Gobbelins from Mutantstrosities by THAT Damned Band

Gone Where the Gobbelins Go
Written by Sick the Fiddle Killer

There’s bats at the bottom of a bottomed-out bridge
Hear the echoes of their insect feast
And the bugs keep a buzzin’, though they’re hunted by the dozen
‘cause to bugs everybody’s a beast

And the flood is floodin’ higher, makin’ mud beneath the fire
Where the food is either rancid or stale
I remember where I’m from but forgettin’ who I was
before I wound up tellin’ this tale

I’ve Gone Where the Gobbelins Go
Gone Where the Gobbelins Go
Gone Where the Gobbelins Go
Below, below, below…

We’ve Gone Where the Gobbelins Go
Gone Where the Gobbelins Go
Gone Where the Gobbelins Go
Below, below.

There’s a troll collecting tolls by the god-DAMNED damn
Damning passer-bys who buy by the pound
His skinny skin is like leather weathered by the wet weather whether
Sleeping on the roof or the ground

And there’s children in rags, splittin’ diseases and drags
Blendin’ in with the filth they create
We’re all feeble in hope, some pass the needle and rope
Our days are numbered while we slumber on the slate

We’ve Gone Where the Gobbelins Go….

It feels unnatural to pay for sleep,
To pay for anything I don’t intend to keep…

there's blood on the button of my button down shirt
and the sun is so brite i can't think
i remember the sauce behind the memory loss
somebody dropped a drop in my drink
you know the locomotive's motives are to haul and deliver
while i shiver underneath it's tracks
i'm with the spiders and snakes of all sizes and shapes
and i can't seem to find my way back

We’ve Gone Where the Gobbelins Go….

• Black Metal
• Folk
• accordion
• folk punk
• goblincore
• steampunk
• Austin