There's a mad puppeteer, he's toiling in the swamps And a shack made of human bones and the puppets that he haunts They hang like crucifixions from their fraying threads But unlike the saints, these ones aren't dead Down, in the old bayou Down, in the old bayou Down where nightmares come true, in the old bayou Oh, down in the old bayou There's an...Learn More

Back before the streets had names You used to get lost out in the rain Oh, the cul-de-sac was always the same And, each time you would swear in vain That you would never find your way back there again Oh, look how far you came It's-a rainin' cats and dogs You made another wrong turn again If you can't prepare for the journey, prepare for the...Learn More