Dollanganger, Nicole - Swan Lyrics




The swan sang with a broken neck
Out by the pool, behind the fence
You can't forgive me when
You know if I had the gun I'd
Choose to shoot again

He raised my hands in the backyard
He taught me to be a good shot
You love the sound of sorry
Even when you know I'm not

In the holy land of broken homes
You still pretend you don't know
That I took it out back and I
Snapped its neck just like
A wishbone and let it die

He raised my hands in the backyard
He taught me to be a good shot
You love the sound of sorry
Even when you know I'm not





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Dollanganger, Nicole Swan Comments
  1. Confuzzeled Marshmallow

    I’m so sure about what this song is meant to be about , but I see it as a song about abuse between someone forcing a partner to do stuff , and how it feels like to be the partner . I could go into more detail but idk

  2. beily wooz

    😢❤

  3. agizzy23

    When I hear this I think of my ex friend who dated my ex boyfriend. We also went to the same school so I had to see it in every class, and he kind of outlasted me from my friends. He dumped her for someone else, just as I had predicted, and she wanted to come back in my life, but I know she’s not really sorry. Great song. Captures it perfectly.

  4. BlackDogsAndLadybugs

    I think this song is about the argument of killing things out of sympathy for their pain. They're going to die no matter what- but should they suffer slowly beforehand? Interesting moral question.

  5. Damien Jones

    Good thing she ain't British if she's out killin swans then

  6. fxckmelxveme

    "Cisne."

    the swan sang with a broken neck
    out by the pool, behind the fence
    you can’t forgive me when
    you know if i had the gun i’d
    choose to shoot again
    _El cisne cantó con un cuello roto_
    _Fuera y junto al estanque, detrás del cercado_
    _No puedes perdonarme cuando_
    _Sabes que si tuviera el arma, yo_
    _Elegiría disparar de nuevo_

    he raised my hands in the backyard
    he taught me to be a good shot
    you love the sound of sorry
    even when you know i’m not
    _Él me hizo admitir la culpa en el patio trasero_
    _Él me enseñó a ser un buen tirador_
    _Tú amas el sonido del 'lo siento'_
    _Aún cuando sabes que yo no siento el perdón_

    in the holy land of broken homes
    you still pretend you don’t know
    that i took it out back and i
    snapped its neck just like
    a wishbone and let it die
    _En la tierra santa de hogares rotos_
    _Aún pretendes no saberlo_
    _El hecho de que la saqué de nuevo, y yo_
    _Le quebré el cuello justo como_
    _Una clavícula de deseos, y lo dejé ahí hasta que quedó muerto_

    he raised my hands in the backyard
    he taught me to be a good shot
    you love the sound of sorry
    even when you know i’m not
    _Él me hizo admitir la culpa en el patio trasero_
    _Él me enseñó a ser un buen tirador_
    _Tú amas el sonido del 'lo siento'_
    _Aún cuando sabes que yo no siento el perdón._

  7. Donovan Aponte

    i came seven times listening to this only one of which was with my hands

    Helpahoe

    jaymon campusano that’s weird

    H R

    Was that a Brandon Rogers reference?

  8. emily quintero

    well, that's not very canadian of you, nicole.

  9. Lily Dowell

    Absolutely beautiful. Love how it sounds. One of my favorites

  10. Austin Bailey

    The swan sang with a broken neck
    Out by the pool, behind the fence
    You can’t forgive me when
    You know if I had the gun I’d
    Choose to shoot again

    He raised my hands in the backyard
    He taught me to be a good shot
    You love the sound of sorry
    Even when you know I’m not

    In the holy land of broken homes
    You still pretend you don’t know
    That I took it out back and I
    Snapped its neck just like
    A wishbone and let it die

    He raised my hands in the backyard
    He taught me to be a good shot
    You love the sound of sorry
    Even when you know I’m not