The Get Lost Losers - Woe, America!

Daddy always bragged cause he killed a doe
With the same buck knife granddaddy used to use
Caught her sleeping in the snow, walked up from behind
Drug her through the woods and back to the house
Oh, America! Dead! She dead!
Stabbed through the back of the heart long ago
Oh, you know, we strung her up in the shed
Lock the door, son, be mindful of the wolves
Daddy gonna go make some friends
Gonna let the meat get soft on the hook
Time to cook her up, he'll be back on a plane
supper time is coming, no cars on the road
Oh, America! Dead! She dead!
Stabbed through the back of the heart long ago
Oh, you know, we strung her up in the shed
Lock the door, son, be mindful of the wolves
Daddy got snagged, took an extra day
Told us to wait so that's what we did
Smells so bad, we locked up the barn
And coughed on flies when we peeked inside
Oh, America! Dead! She dead!
Stabbed through the back of the heart long ago
Oh, you know, we strung her up in the shed
Lock the door, son, be mindful of the wolves
Daddy came home and to our surprise,
Burned the barn down and pissed off the dog
Me and my brother cried like mice
'Cause it was our fault and daddy let us know
Oh, America! Dead! She dead!
Stabbed through the back of the heart long ago
Oh, you know, we strung her up in the shed
Lock the door, son, be mindful of the wolves

Written by:
Jason Sereno

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