The Back Side Of The Swamp

by Duncan Jones

Hey there ... Hi

I bet you're wonderin’ who am I

Well let me tell you in a minute or two

But first, beware

Because standing over there

Is something I would recommend you not do (branch falls)

Have you noticed? Been a while

Since you've seen a crocodile

Caiman, gator, or so much as a flea

It’s ok though, you can stay

Just as long as you can pray

And you’re someone that nobody can see (ha ha ha)

This is one of those odd places

Full of unfamiliar faces

Full of mouths, full of threats implied

Go too far or miss a turn?

For where you are is of concern ...

And it’s a mighty fine time to hide

See, the locals are inquisitors

Especially with visitors

Some a little too eager for a romp

And with your good directions botched

You should know, you’re being watched

Here on the back side of the swamp

On the back side of the swamp

(More like the bad side of the swamp)

Did I mention there are monsters?

And you’re gonna need a sponsor

To avoid the circumstance and pomp

Here on the back side of the swamp

(Some say the sad side of the swamp)

Where the mist’s a little thicker

And the sand’s a little quicker

On the back side of the swamp

It’s like a graveyard full of life

(Not a place to bring the wife)

You won’t find the slightest hint of green

The vibe’s more scorpions and spiders

As opposed to sugar gliders

With an extra spritz of Halloween

We could sell it as mystique

Or call the styling “shadow-chic”

But to what end? I’d still advise you let it go

For those like you, naive

It’s a setting best to leave

And if invited, nevermore! Reply with “NO!”

To the back side of the swamp

(To the bad side of the swamp)

A locale with such conditions

Should be a club for politicians

And those who deserve a good stomp

The back side of the swamp

(It’s the sad side of the swamp)

There’s no helpful hint or marker

And the shade’s a little darker

On the back side of the swamp

We have soulless soul collectors

Rotten fruits with rotten nectars

Horns and fangs and claws and screams (oh the screams)

And while some are quite well-spoken

They’re of morals mostly broken

And are thought of best as guests of bad dreams

Friend, the time is getting nigh

Very much it’s do or die

And on your own you’re not exactly in the clear

Come now the danger’s ever-growing

And your innocence is showing

I can help you get the ... (splash) ... out of here

From the back side of the swamp

(From the bad side of the swamp)

You’ll become a sacrifice

And it likely won’t be nice

If you’re lucky just a single quick chomp

In the back side of the swamp

(In the sad side of the swamp)

You might think you’re strong or vicious

But to them you’re just delicious

On the back side of the swamp

And ... my charming song is done

I'm afraid it’s time to run

From the back side of the swamp