Killer Woods

Lets all leave our mothers breasts And run off to the woods to test Each other’s heart to see whose best At killing or at dying. Whitey you must bring the gun Blacky you bring the knife for fun We'll play to see who will run From killing or from dying. Last year Yellow played all wrong He sat and sang a protest song Till everyone just went home No killing and no dying. But now we have a brand new rule To save us from another fool If you protest and can’t be cool We’re killing and you're dying. Lets all leave our mothers breasts And run off to the woods to test Each other’s heart to see whose best At killing or at dying.