Run, run to the east confession trash

We don?t need your thrills or your call-book cash


Let just, nature?s got plans to keep you up there




Swamps, fiddles that whine, about the Mayor


Our caves are divine, they?ve got conditioned air


Fan-tail, backwash factory, rooms will stay up here




Hands off of the bayou


(Get some bombs)




Heels, stay in your state, it's a new south trap


What, what is the bait? Ya silly aqua-cat

War, college exam, you know I learned a lot





About the fiction you tossed and the father's fat and lost

Your fail less father lost, your chivalry is lost


Your chivalry in shame




Hands off of the bayou


(Get some bombs)