Swamp Gas Hysteria | Dark Country Music - Dark Country Boy
Shadows creeping on the water tonight
Lanterns glowing with a ghostly light
Breath thick with the fumes that make you see
Swamp gas rising sets the spirits free
Preachers holler from the rickety dock
Visions dancing on the midnight clock
Prophecy scribbled on a moldy page
UFOs promise to cleanse the rage
Swamp gas hysteria fills the air
Heaven ain't real but they don't care
High on fumes and the end-time prayer
Swamp gas hysteria everywhere
Shack built on stilts sinking in the mire
Voices whisper through the muck and fire
Eyes like saucers gazing at the sky
Swamp gas smoke makes the faithful fly
They chant to the stars like the chosen few
Drunk on the haze of a cosmic brew
Waters bubbling with their fervent dreams
Swamp gas gospel tearing at the seams
Swamp gas hysteria fills the air
Heaven ain't real but they don't care
High on fumes and the end-time prayer
Swamp gas hysteria everywhere