| Song | Cajun Hell |
| Artist | Exodus |
| Album | Fabulous Disaster Silver Edition |
| 作词 : Exodus | |
| Down in the bayou where the alligators roam | |
| Live some people, you leave them alone | |
| Getting lost may be your last mistake | |
| Unfriendly strangers, unkindly they take | |
| Living off the fat of the land | |
| They hold their justice in the palm of their hand | |
| Lay down your gun and surrender quiet | |
| Or there's gonna be a Cajun riot | |
| Danger in the swamp, that waits for you | |
| There's nothing left that you can do | |
| Better watch your back, for the vicious attack | |
| 'Cause they'll be looking for you | |
| Playing with your life, for your life is too short | |
| Pain is too good for you | |
| Your last breath, is all you have left | |
| Take it before you're doomed | |
| Cajun hell | |
| Before you're doomed | |
| Raising hell, and they're ready for fighting | |
| Huntin' gators and drinking white lightning | |
| Brewin' moonshine at a still in the swamp | |
| Playing Creole from dusk until dawn | |
| Protect their own is the law of the land | |
| Mess with their law it will get out of hand | |
| Keep it in mind if you're ever down there | |
| It might be fatal, you better beware |
| zuò cí : Exodus | |
| Down in the bayou where the alligators roam | |
| Live some people, you leave them alone | |
| Getting lost may be your last mistake | |
| Unfriendly strangers, unkindly they take | |
| Living off the fat of the land | |
| They hold their justice in the palm of their hand | |
| Lay down your gun and surrender quiet | |
| Or there' s gonna be a Cajun riot | |
| Danger in the swamp, that waits for you | |
| There' s nothing left that you can do | |
| Better watch your back, for the vicious attack | |
| ' Cause they' ll be looking for you | |
| Playing with your life, for your life is too short | |
| Pain is too good for you | |
| Your last breath, is all you have left | |
| Take it before you' re doomed | |
| Cajun hell | |
| Before you' re doomed | |
| Raising hell, and they' re ready for fighting | |
| Huntin' gators and drinking white lightning | |
| Brewin' moonshine at a still in the swamp | |
| Playing Creole from dusk until dawn | |
| Protect their own is the law of the land | |
| Mess with their law it will get out of hand | |
| Keep it in mind if you' re ever down there | |
| It might be fatal, you better beware |