[Intro] [Low, distorted pulsing bass line] [Sound of a branch rhythmic scraping] [Feedback-heavy slide guitar wail] [Verse 1] The TV went static, the living room went black The image of that shaggy shape, burned into my back Huddled under covers in the humid Texas night The tree outside the window, swallows all the light The fan is spinning slow, a lazy, metal drone And I know better than to think I am alone. [Chorus] Three hundred yards of darkness, three hundred yards of mud Between me and this creature with swamp-water in its blood The legends just outside, it’s standing in my yard The Boggy Creek monster is looming mighty large The moonlight hits the timber, shadows start to leak A heartbeat away, this thing from the creek. [Verse 2] Wind begins to whistle, the oak begins to sway The branch scrapes the shingles, its clawing its way Skritch-scratch against the roof, a heavy hand This creatures trying to find where I am Frozen in the mattress, paralyzed by sound Hearing heavy footsteps outside on the ground. [Bridge] [Music strips back to just a thumping kick drum] [Whispered vocals] Is it just a willow? Is it just a pine? Or are those teeth I hear on the grind? They call it a legend, this beast in gray But they don’t have to sleep where the creek is tucked away. [Verse 3] When this house groans, I see a yellow eye Watching me as I pretend to die He’s taller than the fence, he’s wider than the door I can’t un-see the things I saw on the theater floor The scraping on the ceiling is a rhythmic, steady beat Of the monster of the creek coming for his meat. [Outro] [Sudden silence, then the scraping sound returns louder] Skritch... scratch... Just a branch, I tell myself. Skritch... scratch... Just the wind, I tell myself. But the creek is getting closer. The Boggy Creek is here. [Final heavy bass thud] [End]
