Palms are [bad word] black and finely tuned 
To triggers that cause bodies that tremble 

But this mud looks shallow from the beach 
When we hide behind such ugly faces 
And the dark eyed woman lifts her head 
"Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?" 

Child bearing games from the streets down to the shores 
They're playing as waterways open in an obscene gaping gasp. 

"Rally all your men there is work to be done" 
Still we don't have the time for speaking out of place 
Because he [bad word] down
He [bad word] down
He [bad word] down

When lengths of snakes match each silent syllable 
"With eyes like these" 
Face glistening with suspense of a scalpel blade, 
Clockwork calculating surgical precision. 

Palms are [bad word] black and finely tuned 
To stomachs that swallowed whole that bayou