groovy swampy cajun'y rock boogie
rf gilliland
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a love song about hot sauce
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Bat flyin' high overhead
In the heart of the walking dead
The fire breathes from its mouth
Melange de la chauve-souris
Hotter and hotter it will get,
No, it's not ready, do not fret
Your journey will go far south
Melange de la chauve-souris
The moon is full, the water dark
Tree limbs evil, missing bark
Makes twisted fingers for the sky
In the bat's brew you shall fry
Melange de la chauve-souris
If you partake of the brew
The Moon grows red in front of you
Just a drop is all you can do
Melange de la chauve-souris
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