Going under but they've got your goat
Going under but they've got your goat
Take your island off, he's got a gun
Going under but they've got your goat
Not in a boat, in your ear
My hands are tied, my feet are bound
What river is it anyway, radio?
My hands are tied, my feet are bound
Burning down
Burning down
His story's timely, oh, oh, oh
Burning down
Burning down
Take your island off, he's got a gun
Feeling mighty, mighty, oh, oh, oh
Johnny Mike is reading in the yard
Burning down
My hands are tied, my feet are bound
Strum your Jew's-harp, you're reeking gin
Running water in a sinking boat
Can't you see that my hands are bound?
Can't you see that my hands are bound?
Burning down
Can't you see that my hands are bound?
You pick your island in the sun
My hands are tied, my feet are bound
Running water in a sinking boat
He's cooking in the woods, a brush fire in your neck
Plantation burning your boat is coming in
Burning down
Running water on a sinking boat
Burning down
You can pick your island in the sun
