Bog People Lyrics by Anand Wilder
Maryanne why are you giving me looks,
Can’t you see he’s Pete Marsh the Lindow Man,
He got buried after being strangled drowned and hooked,
Now he’s all curled up under glass and flat tanned.
He probably went up a notch with some,
And down with some others,
Who thought he didn’t deserve the threefold death
But he’d rather be stoner than a narc or a square,
Yeah he’d rather be a stoner than a narc or a square.
But how did they convince him
To join with the Bog People
Join with the Bog People
Join with the Bog
He won’t be driving Shetlands anymore,
We’ll shave his face the maidens hem and haw,
Will ya listen to the priest?
Draw the short straw,
Better you than me,
Are you really so busy,
Or are you just as fake as your dear old papa?
We all believe we’re the ones
who can see through the surface,
But we can’t agree on what’s hidden underneath it.
The Bog People made sure their last meal was perfect,
and their fingernails were trimmed when they’d meet it.
Were they always overkilled, or do you need bog butter for lubricating Mother Earth?
When you send an emissary to the Afterworld,
You send the prettiest boy you send the prettiest girl
