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. --- Papa Jupe - The Meteors