Chonk
Camping
Holy shit, it’s burningPot of hot water, I’m inThe man-eaters do their tribal danceWhile boiling me liveThe bread’s in the ovenWe shouldn’t have gone campingAnd now we’re pretty fuckedIsland visits were never my thingWhile you got awayI had no such luckAnd now I know that I really have ran southMy final meal will be the apple in my mouthHoly shit, I’m finishedI think they think I’m deadA cannibal’s pulling out a big ass knifenow he seems to beremoving my headlife was good while it lastedbut I guess that’s what I getfor running from you when cannibals cameI left you to die, now, I’ll admit
From Letras Mania