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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