Kill Your Idols

Got my gun, Got my beer lets go out and kill some deer.
Me, You and Cousin Fred One of us will come back dead
give me a beer hurry up let's get in the pickup truck
we ain't got no time to lose gimmie a gun pass the
booze how can you call this a sport to kill something
with no remorse lets go out I need to kill that's the
way I get cheap thrills sitting and waiting to attack
its east when they don't fight back give me a gun here
they come lets go out and have some fun their he is
looking at me I'm so drunk I can barely see I don't
care ill let it fly and hit the deer between the eyes
now I got him I shot him dead whoops I show my cousin
Fred he was hiding behind a tree now he's dead in front of me