Family, Gather round
This rustic trip was surely made for us
To take life is precious
Or so they say
To make it is natural
To end it, divine
Or so they say
Find your target, don't lose sight
Grip the handle oh so tight
Shoulders straight and if done right
Hunt your prey in full flight
That is not the only way
People make the choice to stay
She didn't have that chance
To hell with this, I pave my way
"And the helicopter circled in the sky
As the family of three in the field
Sang a song that sounded
A little something like this."
Two of us, two of us, two of us
Made
One of him
Three of us, three of us, three of us
Killed
Wolves and deer
One of him, one of him, one of him
Made
Everything? (Add it up)
Find your target, don't lose sight
Grip the handle oh so tight
Shoulders straight and if done right
Hunt your prey in full flight
That is not the only way
People make the choice to stay
Think of the son and think of the wife
To hell with this, I pave my way!
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I'm sorry, my son
For leaving my wife
Blame it on him
Blame it on me
She opened our tent to find me being divine
And as quick as she came
She turned the blind eye
I'm sorry, my son
For leaving this life
You'll thank me for this
Your forehead, I kiss
So I'm taking both barrels
They're on my back now
I was no prize game
But I'll lay on the pack
Jabbed into my ribs
Shoot through the bile
Just another beast on the pile