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While driving through Northern Pennsylvania on a cold December day<br />He became enraged by the amount of deer hunters "at play"<br />He swore to himself that he would absolutely not ignore<br />this warped activity that he profoundly deplored...<br />So he snuck into the woods to drop some sons and daddies<br />He climbed into a tree stand and smoked a fatty<br />Along came a brush bustin' deer blastin' fanatic<br />The locals called his death an "accident" and "tragic"<br /><br />Open season for hunter slaughter<br />Open season for hunter slaughter<br />Open season for hunter slaughter<br />Open season for the hunter slaughter<br /><br />It wasn't long before he was at it again<br />Acting on the knowledge that hunting is sick and must end<br />A fresh blanket of snow was on the ground<br />The day that hunter gunned thirteen down<br />He butchered 'em just like factoried hogs<br />He stacked near a cord of human logs<br />"Hey you, STOP!" someone yelled<br />It was the game warden so he ran like hell!!!<br /><br />His ballistically vented hunter loathing<br />Had caused a situation quite foreboding<br />He ran... He ran...<br />He blazed through the bush with the speed of a deer<br />The bulbous game warden was no longer near<br />He slyly circled finally reaching his car<br />Toasting his escape with two quarts from a bar<br />He drove, swillling beer to calm his nerves,<br />He drove...<br /><br />Only days passed before he crpt back in the woods<br />To quell this sick sport as much as one man possibly could<br />He passed spare time contemplating fantastic dreams...<br />The end of all human folly so cruel and blatantly obscene<br />He spied prey in his crosshairs<br />Some sick fuck hunting bear<br />Hunter clenched his gun and wryly smiled<br />This pathetic "sportsman" was gonna die<br />He yelled "Hey fuck you, dummy!"<br />The 30-06 round ripped through his tummy<br />He followed the blood trail but did not run<br />Caved the prey's head in with the butt of his gun<br /><br />Hunter still lurks in the woods of<br />Northeast Pennsylvania!
Letra nueva de la canción
While driving through Northern Pennsylvania on a cold December day<br />He became enraged by the amount of deer hunters "at play"<br />He swore to himself that he would absolutely not ignore<br />this warped activity that he profoundly deplored...<br />So he snuck into the woods to drop some sons and daddies<br />He climbed into a tree stand and smoked a fatty<br />Along came a brush bustin' deer blastin' fanatic<br />The locals called his death an "accident" and "tragic"<br /><br />Open season for hunter slaughter<br />Open season for hunter slaughter<br />Open season for hunter slaughter<br />Open season for the hunter slaughter<br /><br />It wasn't long before he was at it again<br />Acting on the knowledge that hunting is sick and must end<br />A fresh blanket of snow was on the ground<br />The day that hunter gunned thirteen down<br />He butchered 'em just like factoried hogs<br />He stacked near a cord of human logs<br />"Hey you, STOP!" someone yelled<br />It was the game warden so he ran like hell!!!<br /><br />His ballistically vented hunter loathing<br />Had caused a situation quite foreboding<br />He ran... He ran...<br />He blazed through the bush with the speed of a deer<br />The bulbous game warden was no longer near<br />He slyly circled finally reaching his car<br />Toasting his escape with two quarts from a bar<br />He drove, swillling beer to calm his nerves,<br />He drove...<br /><br />Only days passed before he crpt back in the woods<br />To quell this sick sport as much as one man possibly could<br />He passed spare time contemplating fantastic dreams...<br />The end of all human folly so cruel and blatantly obscene<br />He spied prey in his crosshairs<br />Some sick fuck hunting bear<br />Hunter clenched his gun and wryly smiled<br />This pathetic "sportsman" was gonna die<br />He yelled "Hey fuck you, dummy!"<br />The 30-06 round ripped through his tummy<br />He followed the blood trail but did not run<br />Caved the prey's head in with the butt of his gun<br /><br />Hunter still lurks in the woods of<br />Northeast Pennsylvania!
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