Kill your idols

Cousin fred

Kill your idols
Got my gun,
Got my beer
lets go out
and kill some deer.

Me, You and Cousin Fred
One of us will come back dead
give me a beer
hurry up let's get in the pickup truck
we ain't got no time to lose
gimmie a gun
pass the booze
how can you call this a sport
to kill something with no remorse

lets go out
I need to kill
that's the way I get cheap thrills
sitting and waiting to attack
its easiest when they don't fight back

give me a gun
here they come
lets go out
and have some fun
there he is
looking at me
I'm so drunk
I can barely see

I don't care
ill let it fly
and hit the deer between the eyes
now I got him
I shot him dead
whoops
I show my cousin Fred
he was hiding behind a tree
now he's dead
in front of me

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