Oh Uncle Rufus

Oh Uncle Rufus

He's off the grid, likes it that way

He doesn't work but that's ok

Late at night hes out in the forest creeping (creeping) around

It hard old life for a mountain man

Pissing in a river, shitting in a can

Old Uncle Rufus is a real hairy dude

Climbing all the mountains and howling at the moon

Oh Uncle Rufus

Oh Uncle Rufus

Hunts near the town he was born (hunts near the town where he was born)

He hates bees (he hates bees) and he hates corn (fuck he hates corn)

Uncle Rufus ain't a bad guy (just misunderstood is all)

Well its just a shame that somebody's gotta die to fill his beastly hunger every night

He's a mountain man running naked through the river

Big old bushy beard

Hes a pretty standard uncle except he eats people, especially likes children cause he says they are the future

Oh Uncle Rufus

Oh Uncle Rufus

Oh Uncle Rufus

Oh Uncle Rufus

Oh Uncle Rufus

Now if you've been listening to the words of our song

Its pretty clear that Rufus was a werewolf all along

Oh yeh blood, blood on the streets

Human flesh, human flesh in his teeth

Human babies stewing like a ?, human babies stewing in a pot

Call the army (call the army), call the national guard

Uncle Rufus is going down hard

Tanks, yeh Tanks Lots of tanks and umm flame throwers just in case

Landlines and submarines and cats with HIV

Catapults and mustard gas and all those things

Wouldn't you know it, its Jesus Christ himself

Driving (Driving) ?

He's a mountain man

He's moving like the matrix

The police are coming fast

This is the end of good old uncle Rufus but that motherfuckers hauling ass

Fat lady's singing, the song is nearly done cause Rufus is munching on her lungs

Oh Uncle Rufus

Oh Uncle Rufus

Oh Uncle Rufus

Oh Uncle Rufus

Oh Uncle Rufus