Running, Crawling, Hiding, Eating

Running...

Running...

Fear of teeth in my Ass

Oh, how did it come to this

I was just sitting on grass

Running...

Running...

Dag Gum it's too late

My hips gone out

Better crawl in this crate

Crawling...

Crawling...

I feel like shit

but I can hear them coming

I cannot get bit

Hiding...

Hiding...

I think them fuckers

are sill looking for me

As I peak they look like truckers

Hiding...

Hiding...

With any luck

I should be fine

Oh, shit, Oh no, Oh Fuck.........!

Eating...

Eating...

Damn boys, this fucker tastes right

As they crunch the bones

All through the night