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 helicopter 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