The Wooded Hills Along the Black Sea Songtext
von The Mountain Goats

One, two
One, two, three

Cause no trouble
Keep to our own kind
Known to exist
Hard to find

Neck deep in our passions
Serve who we serve
Enshrouded in moonlight
Bucking the curve


Under the radar
Just out of reach
Among the thick woods
A mile from the beach

The burden of exile
Gets easy to bear
Sometimes forget
There′s cities down there

Woodsmen with axes
They come and they go
Snitch to the prefect
'Bout what they don′t know

Smell the ocean breeze
We will never run out of trees


Under the radar
Just out of reach
Among the thick woods
A mile from the beach, yeah