Текст песни Terrible Shotgun - Damaged Savage

I quietly approach my home
To find my door wide open
There's no way in hell
I left it like that
Is it raiders or is it ghouls

One two three four
You better grab your gun
And lock the door
Five six seven eight
You gotta shoot that ghoul
Right in his face
Nine ten eleven twelve
Grab a handful of those shells
Aim for your life
And not for fun
Gotta Protect what's yours
Terrible shotgun

I slowly creep into my home
Carefully checking every dark corner
As I make my way to the gun chest
Where I keep old terrible

One two three four
You better grab your gun
And lock the door
Five six seven eight
You gotta shoot that ghoul
Right in his face
Nine ten eleven twelve
Grab a handful of those shells
Aim for your life
And not for fun
Gotta Protect what's yours
Terrible shotgun

I open the chest
And grab my shotgun
Checking the barrel
To see if she's loaded
I cock her back
And put one in the chamber
Where you at motherfucker
I hear footsteps
Approaching my door
The foul odor of rotting flesh Starts to fill the air
It's a ghoul
God damnit it's a ghoul

I put one round right in his chest
One quick flash a bloody mess
Second round
Right through the skull
Lead and brains fly down the hall
I hear more shrieking
From the woods
Barricade the windows and doors
Aim for life and not for fun
Gotta protect what's yours
Terrible shot gun

One two three four
You better grab your gun
And lock the door
Five six seven eight
You gotta shoot that ghoul
Right in his face
Nine ten eleven twelve
Grab a handful of those shells
Aim for your life
And not for fun
Gotta Protect what's yours
Terrible shotgun