(De)Ranger Of Doom letra

Certifiable park ranger on the loose
He got sick and tired of being alone in the woods
So he spent his time consuming massive amounts of booze
And when that wasn't enough he turned to psychedelic drugs

(de)ranger of doom
Dark green suit stained with blood
Bringer of gloom
He's high on speed, he'll steal your buds
(de)ranger of doom
He's on a rampage so look out
Spite, hatred, loathing, the gout

He walks around looking for an end to your perfect day
See his frown, he's gonna fuck you up with a club and mace
The disaster differs from time to time, destroying tents, demising spines
If you see him stay the fuck out of his way

(de)ranger of doom
Dark green suit stained with blood
Bringer of gloom
He's high on speed, he'll steal your buds
(de)ranger of doom
He's on a rampage so look out
Spite, hatred, loathing, the gout

Disorganizer of your family picnic
He's arsonistic, he's burning your blanket
Don't be surprised to find your dog in the picnic basket
Soon your eyes will stare out a casket

Coz (de)ranger of doom is fucking psycho

Disorganizer of your family picnic
He's arsonistic, he's burning your blanket
Don't be surprised to find your dog in the picnic basket
Soon your eyes will stare out a casket

He'll stop by your campsite just to say "what's up?"
But before you know it there's a bowie knife in your boyfriend's gut
Fire ants in your sleeping bag in the middle of the night
I guess you should have locked your tent up tight

(de)ranger of doom
Dark green suit stained with blood
Bringer of gloom
He's high on speed, he'll steal your buds
(de)ranger of doom
He's on a rampage so look out
Spite, hatred, loathing, the gout

Opposition
Of the public to his mountain home
He listens
To a silence unfulfilled

And now you're running faster than you ever have
Because (de)ranger of doom is on your ass
You think you can esape from his land but
(de)ranger of doom knows these woods like the back of his hand

No Room For The Living - Letras

• (De)Ranger Of Doom
• Bad Po-po
• Blown To Mist
• Give Me a Dollar
• Joe
• Numb Hands And Empty Trash Cans
• Upon Cannibalistic Smell
• Weed Paste