# BAD MOON, BIG TROUBLE [Intro — Whispered] Something's wrong with the moon tonight. Good. We were getting bored. [Verse 1 — Southern Rap] Moon hanging crooked over cypress trees Cold night air with a warm swamp breeze Got mud on my boots, got a grin on my face And a whole lot of trouble in a wide-open place Stars burning bright over county-line land Old barn rocking to a beat so grand Somebody brought a cooler, somebody brought a light Somebody's been dancing since the last daylight That old swamp water catching cosmic blue I don't know what that strange glow's supposed to do But the bass keeps knocking and the crowd gets loud Got a little piece of heaven underneath that cloud [Pre-Chorus — Sung] One moon watching, a billion stars We're raising hell underneath them all When the organ cries and the sub rolls deep Wake the whole damn galaxy out of its sleep! [Chorus — Crowd Chant] BAD MOON! BIG TROUBLE! TURN IT UP AND SHAKE THE DIRT! BAD MOON! BIG TROUBLE! MAKE THE WHOLE UNIVERSE HURT! HEY, HEY, LET THE DARKNESS ROLL! HEY, HEY, LOSE CONTROL! FROM THE SWAMP DOWN LOW TO THE STARS ABOVE WE GOT BACKROAD GRIT AND A GALACTIC SOUL! [Verse 2 — Bouncy Rap] Saturn got rings, we got mud on the jeans Jupiter watching all our questionable schemes Somebody's auntie got the whole crowd jumping Old truck speakers got the cypress roots thumping Moonlight dancing on the water's skin Even the night wind wants to join in Got no spaceship, no fancy machine Just a crooked old road and a bassline mean We don't need a destination, don't need a map Just a deep sub rolling and a two-step snap Let the stars keep spinning till the morning calls We're gonna dance till the swamp fog falls [Pre-Chorus] One moon watching, a billion stars We're raising hell underneath them all When the organ cries and the sub rolls deep Wake the whole damn galaxy out of its sleep! [Chorus] BAD MOON! BIG TROUBLE! TURN IT UP AND SHAKE THE DIRT! BAD MOON! BIG TROUBLE! MAKE THE WHOLE UNIVERSE HURT! HEY, HEY, LET THE DARKNESS ROLL! HEY, HEY, LOSE CONTROL! FROM THE SWAMP DOWN LOW TO THE STARS ABOVE WE GOT BACKROAD GRIT AND A GALACTIC SOUL! [Bridge — Organ and Bass] Moonlight on the water. Stars inside the haze. One planet spinning. One hell of a place. Three, two, one— LET THAT LOW END ROLL! [Final Chorus — Full Crowd] BAD MOON! BIG TROUBLE! LET THE WHOLE SKY SHAKE! BAD MOON! BIG TROUBLE! MAKE THE MILKY WAY WAKE! HEY, HEY, LET THE DARKNESS ROLL! HEY, HEY, LOSE CONTROL! FROM THE SWAMP DOWN LOW TO THE STARS ABOVE WE GOT BACKROAD GRIT AND A GALACTIC SOUL! [Outro — Spoken] Forecast says trouble. Chance of going home? Not a chance.
