Georgia Belle

little belle

don't you get so worked up at all the

fire and hell

is waiting just to burn us you can

jump and yell

but no one's looking for us you can

ring your bell

but everyone ignores it

if the

heavens sink

and crush us like two deaders the sweet

georgia stink

is the last the thing we'll remember you can

hide your head

but you can't run forever cause when it

all goes bad

it won't get any better

all that's left to do

is sit and wait till it comes true

by god we've paid our dues

to everyone we knew

so breathe my little belle

this sweet and pungent georgia smell

i hope it treats you well