Down the bloodslick road we tumble
from the midden to the sea;
you say you are set to rumble,
well, me buckos, so are we.
You have axes, long sharp knives,
we have baseball bats and guns,
and not many will survive
for now Satan’s joined the fun.
We will meet you in the township,
we shall crush your thick skull-domes,
but we’ll find, on our return trip
families dead within our homes,
And as we weep amid the gore,
perhaps we should have talked some more.
Music from Creedence Clearwater Revival, Bad Moon Rising. Please click here if the video doesn't come up.