The Doomsday Preppers Band - Bushcrappers

A satirical song for our good friends out there on the woods.

Out in the woods where the wild winds blow,
They gather 'round with their knives on show.
Talking ‘bout skills from the pioneer days,
But they forgot where the toilet stays.

They’re the Bush crappers, kings of the trees,
Digging their holes like it's 1803.
Living off-grid, feeling so free,
But they're squattin’ where the bears take a pee!

Boiling some water, filtering streams,
Building their shelters like frontier dreams.
Carving some wood, lighting that spark,
Then dropping their britches right there in the dark.

They’re the Bush crappers, kings of the trees,
Digging their holes like it's 1803.
Living off-grid, feeling so free,
But they're squattin’ where the bears take a pee!

Moonlight shines through the pinewood deep,
Silent night? No, someone just heaved.
Says he’s a hunter, tracking his prey,
But he’s just looking for a spot to spray.

They’re the Bush crappers, kings of the trees,
Digging their holes like it's 1803.
Living off-grid, feeling so free,
But they're squattin’ where the bears take a pee!

"Man, ain't no shame in survivin'… but damn,
You ever heard of a bucket?"

*Lyrics and Promptcraft by Flavian Greece*

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