Hands Off The Bayou Lyrics - Pavement

Run, run to the east confession trash 

We dont need your thrills or your call-book cash 

Let just, natures got plans to keep you up there 

Swamps, fiddles that whine, about the Mayor 

Our caves are divine, theyve got conditioned air 

Fan-tail, backwash factory, rooms will stay up here 

Hands off of the bayou 

(Get some bombs) 

Heels, stay in your state, it's a new south trap 

What, what is the bait? Ya silly aqua-cat 

War, college exam, you know I learned a lot 

About the fiction you tossed and the father's fat and lost 

Your fail less father lost, your chivalry is lost 

Your chivalry in shame 

Hands off of the bayou 

(Get some bombs)