Run, run to the east
Confession trash
We don't need your thrills
Or your call book cash
Let's 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 [Incomprehensible]
Will stay up here
Hands off, of the bayou
Heels, stay in your state
It's a new south trap
What, what is the bait?
You silly aqua-cat
War, college exams
You know I learned a lot
About the fiction ya tossed
And the father's fat and lost
Your father's fat and lost
Your chivalry is lost
Your chivalry in shame
Hands off of the bayou
Get some bombs

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