canible of the Atchafalaya

[Intro:atmospheric pads,earie soundscapes] [ 1st verse: low growl vocals] There's an old ragged cabin the town folk have forsaken, it's in the middle of the gator beds deep inside the basin. the way the legend goes, if you find yourself to close, you end up in the cast iron pot, of a hungry cannibal cajun.. [instrumentals] [2nd verse gravely vocal] The locals all will tell you don't trespass in his swamp, if his traps dont get you. you'll get bogged down in the marsh. When he comes to get you, there's nothing you can do, he slices, cuts and chops you up and puts you in his Gumbo Rue... [Hook Cajun words] "Du bon manger" [Chorus gritty vocals] You don't wanna go where the sheriff won't go, deep inside this swamp, its a bad choice your makin and it won't end like you want. The rush of fear is what your chasing but your risking your life cause human meat is the only thing he's crave'n "he's the cannibal of the Atchafalaya basin....." [instrumentals] [Bridge] people come to the basin from all around to try to prove the story untrue, but even though you'll never hear or see them again.. [Spoken lyrics] when the wind blows, you'll smell his Gumbo Rue ... [Spoken french] "C'est un régal" [Chorus] you don't want to go where the sheriff won't go, deep inside his swamp, the choice that your makin won't end like you want. it was the rush of fear you was chase'n but human meat is what he will be tasting "he's the cannibal of the Atchafalaya basin......