Way down south where the cypress grows There's fog and moss where the bayou flows, They say this city has got a soul of its own, But it sure ain't the kinda soul that I wanna know. Staying up all night from the sound of guns, Hearing sirens blare from dusk until dawn Nowhere to run nowhere to hide, No escape I think I'm dying inside, This hole, Called Hathian Help me get away (from Hathian) All my friends are in jail (in Hathian) I gotta get on outta here, Before I rot in hell right here, (in Hathian) I got the Bayou Blues, Please save me from this or a noose, I don't wanna be stuck and preserved in this dirt, I never deserved this shit. Help me get away (from Hathian) All my friends are in jail (in Hathian) I gotta get on outta here, Before I rot in hell right here, (in Hathian) Help me get away (from Hathian) All my friends are in jail (in Hathian) I gotta get on outta here, Before I rot in hell right here, (in Hathian)
