Weeding weeds and collecting carrots His life in the backwoods, he hates hot-rods Planting potatoes, caring apple trees He is better than you, he do what he need
Chorus: But Farmer is insane Get out from his way He points a gun to unwelcome guests He pulls a trigger and shoots trough their chests
Goats, cows, horses and careless lambs He loves his livestock, he hates human race Huge plantation and great dense forest Nobody knows where corpse taking a rest