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)