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Out in the desert neath the craggy foothills |
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Jupy sits waiting for his prey to keep still |
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Mama's in the kitchen cooking some one |
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They found a week ago out walking all alone |
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Bones on the ceiling skins on the floor |
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The smell of dead meat through a makeshift door |
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Ruby's tied pretty outside like a dog |
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With an old tow chain clamped to a log |
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(chorus) what you gonna do boys what you gonna do |
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When they come around and they're looking for you |
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What you gonna do girls what you gonna do |
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Papa upsetting hungry and he's coming for you |
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One happy family cannibal king |
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Low bred mutant with his brain in a sling |
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His daddy tried to kill him thought he had done |
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Just to make sure he left him cooking in the sun |
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But Jupy didn't die he was a freak he was strong |
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Stole him self a hooker just to keep himself warm |
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They raised mutant kids and taught them good |
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If it walks crawls shits you can eat it its food |
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(middle v111) |
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Shouting and a screaming down from the hills |
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Here comes the family ready for the kill |
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Were gonna get you there aint no doubt |
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No one round here to hear you shout |
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Pluto mars thems his boys |
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Vicious and mean and bred to destroy |
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Pretty little ruby more than half wild |
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Looks like an angel but the devils child |
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Killing what the want taking what they need |
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You can try running but you wont succeed |
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Out of the sun down from the hills |
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Feeling real hungry and ready for the kill |
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Just keep driving down the road |
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Keep your foot flat down and don't be slow |
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don't stop for nothing no nothing at all |
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don't you listen when you hear them call |
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If you see them coming turn and run away |
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Or they'll tear you apart and hear you'll stay |
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Cooked up good and pissed right out |
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No one here to hear you shout. |