Stephen Malkmus - Ocean of Revenge

Текст песни

I was a debtor of base human stock
No one would ever have me
No leverage, what could I do
But sail across the ocean for revenge?
I know you thought about me
More often than I thought of you, it is true
Just admit it
I dragged my ass to Mississippi
Where cotton’s king and rivers weepy
And there upon three red clay acres
I tend the crops for Mr. Baker
A southern sun who hates the ones who till the soil
And the blood will boil
I felt so alien in this burnt world
Far away from the fan
I turned rancid, what could I do
But target off my boss man for revenge
So I dragged my axe to Baker’s fine house
I gave a knock on his door
I started swinging, I never looked up
'Til Baker was an ocean of revenge