When my grandma was still alive…she ask if I was still a praying mare.
I told her “Yes Ma’am.”
Then she said “Well, pray harder. Cause it ain’t working”
A horde Timber wolves around the farm
And I wasn't gonna stay here dying of starvation.
We got guns and were gonna fight back
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And if we run out of bullets ?
Timber wolf charges at Granny
Oh baby…they gonna wish we hadn’t.
Granny pulls out ax