

(crackle of
distortion)
Spanish moss
hanging like a shroud
Steam rising from the dark,
heavy crowd
Waiting in the mud,
sinking deep below
Something's in the water that you don't want to know
(whispered scream)
It's pulling you down
Into the bayou mud
No one hears a sound Just the rush of the blood
Rising up from the dark green heat
Heavy weight of the swampy beat
Got that bayou soul,
dragging you under
Lightning strikes with the rolling thunder
Cypress trees
standing in the black
Step off the path,
there's no turning back
Warm air
breathing on the back of your neck
Leave your body behind as a swamp-bed wreck
(yeah, pull me under)
It's pulling you down Into the bayou mud
No one hears a sound Just the rush of the blood
Rising up from the dark green heat
Heavy weight of the swampy beat
Got that bayou soul,
dragging you under
Lightning strikes with the rolling thunder
Sink...
down...
In the heavy, hot air...
(screaming breakdown)
Go!
Rising up from the dark green heat
Heavy weight of the swampy beat
Got that bayou soul,
dragging you under
Lightning strikes with the rolling thunder
Lost in the bayou...
(whispered) Nothing left but the water.