Gone Where the Gobbelins Go

By Mr. Doktor $ick, aka the Fiddle Killer. Chords in CHART link.

All rights retained by the composers and songwriters.

There’s bats at the bottom of a bottomed out bridge – hear the echoes off their insect feast

and the bugs keep a-buzzin’ though they’re hunted by the dozen

cuz to bugs everybody’s a beast

the flood is floodin higher makin’ mud beneath the fire

where the food is always rancid or stale

and I remember where I’m from but I’m 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 BELOW

there’s a troll collecting tolls at the god damned dam

damning passer-bys who buy by the pound “DAMN YOU!”

his skinny skin is like leather weathered by the wet weather

whether sleepin’ on the roof or the ground

(Weather Whether Weather, Whether Weather Whether)

with the 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 as we slumber on the slate, cuz we’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 BELOW

and 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 bright 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

[Chorus]

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