Banjocalypse Bayou
Beneath the Spanish moss the black water turns (groan) A toxic chemical
in the fireplace burns
The alligator eyes are watching in the dark
No light remains but a dying green spark
Down in the mire (down in the mud) Rising green fire (choking
on blood) The bayou takes its crown!
The mud is bubbling with ancient decay (screee) The delta spirits have
come out to play
Grab the heavy bottle of the moonshine blend
We reach the river where the pathways bend (hmmmmmm)
No hope
in the clay (no hope) Only
the decay (ahhhhh) (rahhhhhhh)
Drag me down!