Sometimes it gets a little dark down in the swamp
The people are shady and the mud is thick, there’s a storm a brewing out in the sticks
Sometimes it gets a little dark down in the swamp
There’s a voodoo woman on the south side of town and the church is built on a burial ground
You hear screams and shouts and gunshots at night, the cops say it’s nothing just a family fight.
Monday, July 21, 2008
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