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May 2016
I'm sat on my ranch, shotgun in hand
Swinging on the bench
I know they're coming tonight
The intruders and their dreadful stench
They've terrorised my family
And made me a paranoid man
Well now I'm making a stand
Cause now I know I can
The air starts getting colder
And the shadows slowly appear
They are very far away at present
But soon they will be near
I hear the snarl of the biggest one
The little ones start to growl
Tonight their in for a shock
I'm not going to throw in the towel
With a stern and angry voice
I shout to them loud and clear
'You'll never hurt us again'
Gone is all my fear
Now they are in my sights
And I lift my shotgun to aim
Slowly then bang bang
I put an end to their game
The yelping hurts my ears
And the moans carry in the air
But the big still keeps coming
With a wild and dangerous stare
Again I take my aim
Bang and I watch it drop
I go back indoors
Finally I've made it stop
Early the next morning
I set out to burn each one
But its me who gets the shock
As their bodies have all now gone
Written by
Andrew James Shepherd  Burnage
(Burnage)   
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