Papa Jupe

Out in the desert neath the craggy foothills

Jupy sits waiting for his prey to keep still

Mama's in the kitchen cooking some one

They found a week ago out walking all alone

Bones on the ceiling skins on the floor

The smell of dead meat through a makeshift door

Ruby's tied pretty outside like a dog

With an old tow chain clamped to a log

What you gonna do boys what you gonna do

When they come around and they're looking for you

What you gonna do girls what you gonna do

Papa upsetting hungry and he's coming for you

One happy family cannibal king

Low bred mutant with his brain in a sling

His daddy tried to kill him thought he had done

Just to make sure he left him cooking in the sun

But jupy didn't die he was a freak he was strong

Stole him self a hooker just to keep himself warm

They raised mutant kids and taught them good

If it walks crawls shits you can eat it its food

Shouting and a screaming down from the hills

Here comes the family ready for the kill

Were gonna get you there aint no doubt

No one round here to hear you shout

Pluto mars thems his boys

Vicious and mean and bred to destroy

Pretty little ruby more than half wild

Looks like an angel but the devils child

Killing what the want taking what they need

You can try running but you wont succeed

Out of the sun down from the hills

Feeling real hungry and ready for the kill

Just keep driving down the road

Keep your foot flat down and don't be slow

Don't stop for nothing no nothing at all

Don't you listen when you hear them call

If you see them coming turn and run away

Or they'll tear you apart and hear you'll stay

Cooked up good and pissed right out

No one here to hear you shout.