The Bog Lyrics & Chords By Slomo

Water meadowlands and small shot for the ducks He walks into the mud, moves aside the reeds No clapping of wings, no motions around, Just the singing wind in an ominous silence ...read more

Oh! What a septic embrace! The flies circle over this poisonous place. Death! Rotting scum all around! Sludge underfoot pulls you down to the ground. Oh! Do you loathe the...read more