Are you going to Bermuda?
Would you go there if you could?
Now, now
If you go there, plan on staying
Whether you like it
That’s the way
In BermudaAre you, are you Bermuda-bound?
Do it call like a siren sound?
It’s so high and it’s underground
But you never come back
Before you’re never found
In BermudaIt’s just the innocent
Devil’s Triangle
It dares you to come down
That’s it’s angle
But the Devil is innocent
Like you
When the word you want
Is Master, Master, Master
In BermudaBermuda, Bermuda, doesn’t call
It haunts you
Make you wonder
Make you want to go
Make you curious
Too much burn
But you never, ever
Will return
From Bermuda
Roky Erickson, “Bermuda,” Don’t Slander Me