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here they come |
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hillbilly killers on the run |
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with shotgun |
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cut her up |
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and cut her down in a pickup truck |
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giddy up |
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now my fingers starting to bleed |
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from all this hiding out in the trees |
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they're coming home someday |
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and I will be there |
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city meat |
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we are the one thing they can eat |
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what a treat |
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sharpen teeth |
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by the light of moon and summer heat |
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heartbeats |
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if the sky comes crashing down |
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with the crossbows whistling sound |
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you're coming home someday |
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and I will be there |
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all my friends are bloody and dead |
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and my vision's going to red |
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your coming home someday |
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and I will be there |
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let's embrace |
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I'll put an axe right to your face |
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end the chase |
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