Crocoblues from Slower Father by Motherfaster

I was laying in my cabin
Chilling by the swamp
Laying with my brothers
Making moonshine, feeling fine

Heard some noises in the dark
We thought they're coming for us
And stayed uptight the last three nights
But nothing triggered our traps

All eyes piercing through the swamp

Well I ain't that superstitious
What happens here is wild
We see no man, we see no beast
Yet, we're one brother less every night

Four nights have passed and I was last
Left there, on my own
Filled with anger, still felt no sorrow
And that's when the killer I saw

Bright eyes rising from the swamp

Jumped on the bastard's back
And wrapped a wire around his mouth
I pushed my knife against his skull
And laid beside his body, dull

If it was not so personal
The bitch's son would be my pal
I skinned his ass between those roots
And made myself a pair of boots

• Metal
• bues
• croco
• crocoblues
• crocodile
• father
• heavy metal
• heavy metal - hard rock
• heavy rock
• motherfaster
• slower
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