Swamp Thing Lyrics


Experienced scientist mothered an idiom

About a stimulation, born of pure iridium

Yearning, desperate, devoid of feeling

Powerful shaperate, powerful being

Risen from the swamp, that botanical tomb

Old, dank, dirty, its a wilderness womb

Merged with cells of earth, swamp, and field

Stronger than a bear, his enemies yield

Wolves, locusts, dogs, and rams, all heed to his command

Born of Earth, ground and pound, master of all his land

You'll be poisoned intravenously, mentally and physically

Thrashed and beaten savagely, broken bones and battery