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