[Vocal: male, deep nasal southern muttering, hostile exaggerated storytelling cadence, psychotic calm turning into explosive screaming, ugly human timing, aggressive consonants, dry close-mic delivery] [Instrument: grotesque slap-bass slides, elastic popping fills, banjo-like guitar plucks, tribal tom-heavy drums, ugly distortion bursts] [Structure: Focused Performance] Down where the river turns black at night Underneath the Highway 6 bridge Lives a woman named Mavis With a shopping cart kingdom and a crowbar grin Possums sleepin' in her bathtub Catfish bones beside the fire Stolen tires stacked like monuments Leanin' toward the telephone wires She wears Mardi Gras beads and army boots Smells like gasoline and creek mud Keeps a screwdriver in her ponytail And drinks warm beer mixed with blood Lord... You can hear her screamin' Half a mile through the swamp grass... [Beat: oppressive slap groove, drunken swing pocket, frantic bass embellishments] [Structure: Build-up] Old men say she bit a deputy Clean through the knuckle back in '89' Now she rules the river bridge Like some barefoot possum deity queen alive She got twelve shopping carts chained together Filled with hubcaps, snakes, and bones One busted television playin' static Powered by extension cords alone Every possum in three counties Comes crawlin' when she starts to sing Whole bridge starts vibratin' Like a rusted carnival swing [Instrumental Break] [Instrument: violent slap-bass acrobatics, grotesque bass slides, chaotic distortion bursts, loose tom abuse] [Structure: Rhythmic Bridge] Saw her dancin' in floodwater With a possum sittin' on each shoulder... Moonlight... Beer cans... Dead headlights... Mosquito thunder... Then she pointed straight at me— [Structure: Anthemic Peak] POSSUM QUEEN! POSSUM QUEEN! Underneath the river bridge... Underneath the swamp rot stink... POSSUM QUEEN! Shopping carts rattlin'... Possums screamin'... Everybody backin' away... [Structure: Minimalist Breakdown] Generator hum... Frogs croakin'... Bridge cables creakin' in the dark... Mavis sittin' cross-legged Sharpenin' a hunting knife on cinderblocks Talkin' to a dead possum Like it still knew her name Nobody moved... Nobody breathed... Then she started laughin'... [Structure: Anthemic Peak] POSSUM QUEEN! POSSUM QUEEN! Mud-crown prophet... Swamp-water saint... POSSUM QUEEN! Bassline crawlin'... Bridge keeps shakin'... Whole damn river goin' bad... [Outro] [Instrument: collapsing slap-bass frenzy, screaming distortion bursts, ugly room-feedback decay] "Y'all don't belong down here..."
