Huntsmen The Colonel
Grab your rifles, man the gates
There's a tribe of wanderers coming, annihilate them
Spoils of war will soon be yours
There's one running, get her in the leg!
Now drag her to me, I'll laugh while she begs
Spoils of war will soon be yours
The Colonel will take care of you, he'll feed you and bring you in
Cast off your burdens my sons, let your hearts hear only him
I was a decent man once, three kids, a model wife
A satellite hookup, a fat and happy life
But when the fire rained, and the wound cried, a beast was born and a decent man died
A monster was made, and a decent man died
Hush up now child, I'm doing this out of love
The Colonel will take care of you, he always does
Lie, cheat, kill. I should've been a pair of cold claws just scraping my way across this earth
And every last angel wept to see the devil give birth
Don't be frightened son, I'm a man, same as you
And if you saw the apple hanging, your belly full of desolation, you'd have eaten it too