at the edge of the mangroves something s lurking in the shadows passers by always lose their toes when they dip their feet in the shallows near the banks where the water s slow there s a patch where buffalo will wallow at the roots where it s dark and cold there s a something lurking in the murky depths below out down some lonesome eddy there isn t a forest for the trees oh this is where death lays down he lives in these woods and shadows around me out past some lonesome eddy the split in the path where no one goes oh this is where death lays down and lives in the woods at the edge of the mangroves in the wreck of a dark lagoon in the slime and putrid rotting matter a waste of slithering and crawling dread it s a grave for living men and no place for the dead same old days twist turns for endless days pooling streams a curse much worse then any bad dream out down some lonesome eddy there isn t a forest for the trees oh this is where death lays down he lives in these woods and shadows around me out past some lonesome eddy the split in the path where no one goes oh this is where death lays down and lives in the woods at the edge of the mangroves at the edge of the mangroves something s lurking in the shadows near the edge where the water s slow there s a patch where buffalo will wallow