Cradle To The Grave

Manhunt
It's open season Fresh cut flesh to sink your teeth in It's open season So shut the fuck up when we're speaking They're screaming for a sequel? See if they can survive it Run Seize them Trust me Somebody's gotta keep this country looking beautiful The war we wage against animals Honestly better off as cannibals Trust me If I was king for a fucking day, I'd let the lions loose And probably put you cunts in their place Throw away the keys to the cage A growing indifference towards the human race Dog will hunt It's open season Slit throats on spit roasts Sharp objects going in dry, I bet you'll fit both ends Out in the sticks no one gives a fuck that you're dead Songtexte Suns up in the outback Ballgags and bonesaws, the rats always find their way to the mousetrap People have been dying to leave here Trust me If I were God for a fucking night It's nothing personal but few of you cunts would survive Send the reaper down to drag the scythe Justice has arrived Scraps picked up off the killing room floor I guess I got an appetite to die for Rodents in my habitat Guess I gotta take a stab at that Trespassers will be shot at Survivors will be shot again Aus Songtexte Mania