Lyrics
Run, run to the east confession trash
Running to the east, confessing one's disregard for waste
We don't need your thrills or your call-book cash
Rejecting the need for excitement or money gained through questionable means
Let just, nature?s got plans to keep you up there
Nature has its own plans to maintain balance and harmony
Swamps, fiddles that whine, about the Mayor
Swamps and fiddles symbolize the local culture, expressing concerns about political figures like the Mayor
Our caves are divine, they've got conditioned air
The caves are celebrated for their comfort with modern amenities
Fan-tail, backwash factory, rooms will stay up here
Reference to an industrial or polluted area, asserting a desire to stay in the clean environment
Hands off of the bayou
Emphatic plea to refrain from interfering with the bayou, possibly addressing environmental issues
(Get some bombs)
Suggesting a drastic action like using bombs to protect the bayou, possibly metaphorical
Heels, stay in your state, it's a new south trap
Advising to stay within one's own state, hinting at a cautionary tale related to the "new south"
What, what is the bait? Ya silly aqua-cat
Mocking someone as a silly aqua-cat, possibly criticizing their naivety
War, college exam, you know I learned a lot
Referencing a war and college exam experience, highlighting a learning process
About the fiction you tossed and the father's fat and lost
Commenting on fictional elements discarded, and a father figure who is both overweight and lost
Your fail less father lost, your chivalry is lost
Reinforcing the idea of a failed father and lost chivalry
Your chivalry in shame
Chivalry is in disgrace and shame
Hands off of the bayou
Reiterating the plea to keep away from the bayou, emphasizing the importance of preservation
(Get some bombs)
Repetition of the suggestion to use drastic measures like bombs for protection
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