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