Old man like me wasn’t much use when the Buggers came. Me and the kids, we went hindin’. Their Ma’s and Pa’s gone fightin’.

When there weren’t no more soldiers, we went runnin’.

When most everyone died, we kept goin’. Across this broken country.

When the Buggers took Julie, then I went ahuntin’.

I busted me some Bugger face, smashed me some Bugger bones, killed me a Bugger Queen. Then I brought Julie home. There’s still some fight in these old bones.

We don’t hide no more. We don’t run no more. The kids are grown and they go Bugger hutin’.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>