In The Country

In the country we have miles of land
From old trees with swinging ropes, to graves filled in with sand.

In the country we got a strange way of raising our kids
We also got a strange way of getting our kicks
Visitors who get lost tend to get hunted

Never know who to trust when you come out here.
Thinking we’re all nice and simple folk
Till you cross the line.
Find yourself running for your life.

Kennie

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