Sangtekst: Mark Lanegan. Here Comes That Weird Chill. Clear Spot.

(Van Vliet)

Had to run so far to find a clear spot
Sun's all hottin' in the rotten hot
Swamp's all rotten and stinkin', buh
Vegetation's hot
Sleepin' in the bayou in an old rotten cot

Can't find my kind of folks havin' fun
Have to run, run, run, run
Run to find a clear spot

Cave shattered down on the sun baked ground
Mosquitoes 'n moccasins, steppin' all around
'fraid I'm gonna get hit

Sun's all hottin' and a rotten hot
Vegetation's hot
Sleepin' in the bayou on an old rotten cot

Can't find my kind of folks havin' fun
I gotta run, run, run, run
Run to find a clear spot

Cave shattered down on the sun baked ground
Mosquitoes 'n moccasins, steppin' all around
And I'm gonna get hit
'fraid I'm gonna get hit
I run so far to find a clear spot
Afraid I'm gonna get hit