Open Season (the Story Of Hunter Slaughter) Lyrics - Exit 13

[Music: O'Donnell, Lyrics: Yurkiewicz] 

While driving through Northern Pennsylvania on a cold December day 

He became enraged by the amount of deer hunters "at play" 

He swore to himself that he would absolutely not ignore 

this warped activity that he profoundly deplored... 

So he snuck into the woods to drop some sons and daddies 

He climbed into a tree stand and smoked a fatty 

Along came a brush bustin' deer blastin' fanatic 

The locals called his death an "accident" and "tragic" 

Open season for hunter slaughter 

Open season for hunter slaughter 

Open season for hunter slaughter 

Open season for the hunter slaughter 

It wasn't long before he was at it again 

Acting on the knowledge that hunting is sick and must end 

A fresh blanket of snow was on the ground 

The day that hunter gunned thirteen down 

He butchered 'em just like factoried hogs 

He stacked near a cord of human logs 

"Hey you, STOP!" someone yelled 

It was the game warden so he ran like hell!!! 

His ballistically vented hunter loathing 

Had caused a situation quite foreboding 

He ran... He ran... 

He blazed through the bush with the speed of a deer 

The bulbous game warden was no longer near 

He slyly circled finally reaching his car 

Toasting his escape with two quarts from a bar 

He drove, swillling beer to calm his nerves, 

He drove... 

Only days passed before he crpt back in the woods 

To quell this sick sport as much as one man possibly could 

He passed spare time contemplating fantastic dreams... 

The end of all human folly so cruel and blatantly obscene 

He spied prey in his crosshairs 

Some sick fuck hunting bear 

Hunter clenched his gun and wryly smiled 

This pathetic "sportsman" was gonna die 

He yelled "Hey fuck you, dummy!" 

The 30-06 round ripped through his tummy 

He followed the blood trail but did not run 

Caved the prey's head in with the butt of his gun 

Hunter still lurks in the woods of 

Northeast Pennsylvania!