Croaked in Cobra Venom

(hmmm, yeah)

Down in the muck where the black water flows

I lost my mind where the Spanish moss grows

She took my money and she left me to rot

Now I am down to my very last shot

(damn right) I hear the hounds on the muddy trail

No goddamn way I am going back to jail

(hell no)

This swamp is haunted,

but I do not care

Too many motherfuckers standard in my hair Yeah the

bayou is rising, let the current drag me down

Just another dead man in a godforsaken town (ahhhh)

The cottonmouth's hissing a terrible tune

We are all getting high under a blood-red moon

Do not preach to me about your holy grace

I will spit my poison right in your face

This swamp is haunted,

but I do not care

Too many motherfuckers standing in my hair Yeah the bayou is rising,

let the current drag me down

Just another dead man in a godforsaken town

(yeah,

drag me down)

Let

the mud

take it all...

(hmmm, yeah, bury me deep)