| 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 ain’t 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 won’t 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 |