I wanna know...
Who the f*ck you think you are?
These monsters are mean
These monsters want blood
Please just tell me, what is really going on
The sun is leaving for my pleasure
Time had to run, but is not a measure
Is hunting season baby, I'm dying alone
Wait, is hunting season.
Hills are filled with fire, and you lost control,
And the darkened path, goes on and on.
Wait, is hunting season.
Now my friends will come singing tra-la-la,
We will set the logs on fire come and dance around