Hunting is for Women

Family, gather round

This rustic trip was surely made for us

To take life is precious, or so they say

To make it is natural,

to end it divine...or so they say

Find your target, don't lose sight

Grip the handle oh so tight

Shoulders straight, and if done right,

hunt your prey in full flight

That is not the only way

People make the choice to stay

She didn't have that chance

To hell with this, I pave my way!

"And the helicopters circled in the sky

as the family of three in the field sang a song

that sounded a little something like this:"

Two of us, two of us, two of us

made one of him

Three of us, three of us, three of us

killed wolves and deer

One of him, one of him, one of him

made everything? Add it up!

Find your target, don't lose sight

Grip the handle oh so tight

Shoulders straight, and if done right,

hunt your prey in full flight

That is not the only way

People make the choice to stay

Think of the son and think of the wife

To hell with this, I pave my way!

I'm sorry, my son, for leaving my wife

Blame it on him, blame it on me

She opened our tent to find me being divine,

and as quick as she came, she turned the blind eye

I'm sorry, my son, for leaving this life

You'll thank me for this

Your forehead I kiss

So I'm taking both barrels

They're on my back now

I was no prize game, but I'll lay on the pack

Jabbed into my ribs, shoot through the bile

Just another beast on the pile