Alligators snap at your ankles. And branches snap at your brain. If I ever get through this swamp alive. I'll nevermore pray for rain. This must be the place and still. Somehow it don't seem right. That something in the moon. Could change these endless days. To lonely nights. I take a stroll down by the sea. And walk along the pier. Then I slip and hit my head. Now's the time to fear. See the surface see the rocks. See my past fly swiftly by. I feel the water in my lungs. And wake up screaming for my life. In my blue heaven. There's a bottle of Pontchetrain. Chalmette by moonlight. To take away the pain. Card sharks and blue harps. And dolphins who can leap. In my Blue Heaven. Where I can laugh. And I can weep. Black shapes zip into corners. The big lads start to crawl. To holes of their own making. In the cracks within the wall. Snakes and rats and spiders. I know that they're still there. I pray to God that I may sleep. Without a hope without a care. In my blue heaven. There's a bottle of Pontchetrain. Chalmette by moonlight. To take away the pain. Felines and sea lions. And rain on the beach. In my Blue Heaven. With angels who are out of reach. In my blue heaven. There's a bottle of Pontchetrain. Chalmette by moonlight. To take away the pain. Nightingales sing. And the bells they will ring. In my Blue Heaven. The Bells of Hell. Go ding-a-ling-a-ling.