Festival Of Dead Deer Hunting
Take my rifle it's time sonIt's time you became a man and
when you shoot him When you shoot him down son feel no
shame cos he's not human I sat and watched em die for the
sake of bragging rights Trampled by humanity but my
fathers said that's how it should be That day I realized
proud men They walk among trees but being a man means
nothing to me if pride comes at the cost of the weak
