underground death
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Lyrics
The red jeep didn't know
Of the surrounding deadly danger
Mysterious hunters
Watching a lonely mountain road
With shotguns and tobacco
This is their world, hours from civilization
They make the rules
They're stalking human prey
A downed tree is all it takes
And the quarry is stuck
Psychos in overalls emerge from the mist
They've got guns but they'd rather use hatchets
Howling like banshees they tear up the driver
Hack off a hand, rip out some guts
Blood is squirting all over the road
The passengers scream but there's nowhere to go
An ax through the windshield and an ax through the sternum
Mountain men with rotten teeth
Slaughtering just to get a walkman and some luggage