bare feet and rusty nails
trailors and shotgun shacks
dead dog a broken back
these are the secrets that we tell

backwoods bastard
bitterness about the mouth
something savage way down south
speak in tongues and cottonmouth

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something's moving in the water
something's moving in the water
something's moving in the water...

brung up brutal, jaw set like a trap
scars draw maps
between the living and the dead

the devil beats our wives
the prisons take our kin
poison comes from inside out
when you speak in tongues and cottonmouth

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