every day at dusk when the sun fades
 my mind returns to the everglades
 a place of green mangroves and brine
 shotguns and snakes, alligator wine

 In my heart there's a place called swampland
 nine parts water - one part sand
 In my heart there's a place called swampland
 nine parts water - one part sand

 nobody knows so they never think to visit
 where the atmosphere's so thick that you could kiss it
 I've never seen copper heads darting from their graves [bad word] round these old red rooms in decay- yeah

 In my heart there's a place called swampland
 nine parts water - one part sand
 In my heart there's a place called swampland
 nine parts water - one part sand

 other people drive as fast as they can to get home
 but me I take it slowly [bad word] alone
 you see, to them it's the home of the hungry piranha
 but to me it is sheer nirvana