Bushdonglers are dancing all around a fire Deep in the guts of the swamp It's wet and muggy and the moon is turning red I think we're about to witness something bad Oh, what the fuck! Oh! They're eating a body it looks like a traveler from the road They are chanting a language I haven't heard the sky is dark and it's getting Louder louder louder Cover your ears and run for your hills I think that the chanting summoned a putrid fleshling spawn of a Bouncy belching orgy demon splooshing on the ground They are dancing in the blood as puddles pool around Flesh rains from the atmosphere A bloody storm of evil tides What can we do here but wait it out Till it subsides The horde! Turned and smiled at the sight of our tasty skin And bones and muscled toned they tackled us and they Chewed off our legs and thighs and fingers Now they're playing games with our bones They've arranged us on the table, but I can barely see a thing Up there's my leg, down there's my face I think it's safe to say we're lunch The sacrifice has been made now, and the portal closed Wrong place at the wrong time, but that's how it goes Off go the Bushdonglers as they wade into the swamp Just a bloody pile of body parts are left amongst the logs Mind your step in the swamp or you'll end up a side in the meal of an ogre Watch the phase of the moon to avoid the red or it's gonna be over It's gonna be over It's gonna be over