Black Water Swamp

Chillen out, cruising the Black Water Swamp, Horseflys size of a fifty-cal bullet, Raised pick-up, pieced together Chevy, Mullets on the run from the law, Amps and pickups, metal head heavy, Everyone punching each other in the jaw, Straight up, straight to the head, straight to bed, Falling over each other, Swamp living, like fifty…

Mosh Pit

Swirling mass open the circle up, Drums blast away the noise, Up creepes the creature, Momentarily lose sanity and dance, The pit calls, The pit calls, The pit calls, yeah, Going down, down, Hit the bottom, party on, Swing them arms, like you don’t care. Moshing wildly now, Like a wandering god, Possessed devil’s music,…