Camping Lyrics

Holy shit, it's burning
Pot of hot water, I'm in
The man-eaters do their tribal dance
While boiling me live
The bread's in the oven
We shouldn't have gone camping
And now we're pretty fucked
Island visits were never my thing
While you got away
I had no such luck

And now I know that I really have ran south
My final meal will be the apple in my mouth

Holy shit, I'm finished
I think they think I'm dead
A cannibal's pulling out a big ass knife
now he seems to be
removing my head

life was good while it lasted
but I guess that's what I get
for running from you when cannibals came
I left you to die, now, I'll admit