Hillbilly Raiding Party

The red Jeep didn't know Of the surrounding deadly danger Mysterious Hunters Watching a lonely mountain road With shotguns and tobacco This is their world, hours from civilization They make the rules They're stalking human prey A downed tree is all it takes And the quarry is stuck Psychos in overalls emerge from the mist They've got guns but they'd rather use hatchets Howling like banshees they tear up the driver Hack off a hand, rip out some guts Blood is squirting all over the road The passengers scream but there's nowhere to go An ax through the windshield and an ax through the sternum Mountain Men with rotten teeth Slaughtering just to get a walkman and some luggage