[Intro, Slide guitar riff, Swampy blues rhythm] They came creeping through the mangroves, With a hunger you can’t tame. Scales glistening in the moonlight, Every gator’s got a name. [Verse 1, Slow and foreboding] First it was Big Earl down in Naples, Said he saw one twice his size. Then it was Luanne out in Okeechobee, Swore she heard the demon cries. Now the bayou’s alive with whispers, And the fear’s too thick to hide. When the water starts boiling, baby, You better run, or take a ride. [Chorus, Gritty with stomping beat] It’s Gatorgeddon down in Florida, Swamps rising, no escape. Reptiles marching like an army, With jaws that seal your fate. Oh, the Everglades are rumbling, You can feel it in your bones. It’s the alligator apocalypse, And they’re taking back their home. [Verse 2, Groovy with more energy] Old man Willie tried to fight ‘em, Swinging with a fishing pole. But those gators just laughed and growled, Dragged him to the darkest hole. Now the towns are ghostly quiet, Even the mosquitos fled. When you hear that low growl echo, You know they’re painting the waters red. [Chorus, Repeating with more intensity] It’s Gatorgeddon down in Florida, Swamps rising, no escape. Reptiles marching like an army, With jaws that seal your fate. Oh, the Everglades are rumbling, You can feel it in your bones. It’s the alligator apocalypse, And they’re taking back their home. [Bridge, Slide guitar solo, eerie tones, and stomping percussion] (Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhhh...) [Building tension with swampy ambience] [Verse 3, Stripped-down with a haunting tone] Now the cities are sinking deeper, Underneath the rising tide. The gators wear crowns of Spanish moss, With the whole swamp on their side. No man’s land from the Keys to Tampa, You either kneel or disappear. Mother Nature’s got her champions, And they’ve got no room for fear. [Chorus, Climactic with thunderous stomp] It’s Gatorgeddon down in Florida, Swamps rising, no escape. Reptiles marching like an army, With jaws that seal your fate. Oh, the Everglades are rumbling, You can feel it in your bones. It’s the alligator apocalypse, And they’re taking back their home. [Outro, Fading with ominous slide guitar and distant growls] (Oh, they’re coming, baby...) (You can’t run from the swamp...) (They're taking it all back...)
