The place, the people, and the politics
I'm living in a place almost at swamp level
The land, the minds, and the lifestyles
I'm in a place where every wrong resides
The weather, the religion, and the profits
The sickness in the belly of the beast
Is right here on the curve of the fetid gulf
To convince themselves of their convictions
They sit on the ragged shore and flick ash
At the East and West, jealous and afraid
They spout their viciousness at the world
Talk tough, consume, pollute, and drink
Self-righteous in their bitter wrongness
Holier than thou in their devilish designs
Ready to destroy the world in God's name
And wave the flag as they scuttle the ship
I'm struggling in the murky waters
Beating my head on the bayou bottom
I'm choking on the roots that entangle me
In the dark and shallow end of the pool