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