Mcdoon:
When the going gets tough
And you're smokin’ a cigarette
Not for the taste of it
The madness it grows
Like a flame through your soul and it's time
For some payback
Conditions are right
The kindle is dry
It's a labor of chemistry
Just a tiny spark
Sends the light through the dark
And the devil's unleashed
Hell is your destiny
Your wagon is on fire
Your wagon is aflame
Your wagon is on fire
It’ll never be the same
Now is the next part of the plan:
Grab the girl and let's get goin'
Cletus:
The tall one with the ugly dress?
Mcdoon:
That's my future wife, show some respect!
Cletus:
This is all fucked, I thought it would be clean?
Mcdoon: (daughter:)
How could it be when we’re burnin' families?
Grab her, bag her, anyway you want
I'm too busy saying what's goin' on
And life, as you know it, is changing
((Spoken) let me go!)
Desperate times call for measures
((Spoken) mr mcdoon)
Wedding bells they are clanging
((Spoken) the bandit king)
Another one's ash is my treasure
Your wagon is on fire...
Father:
When did this get serious?
Mother:
When my world's at stake
Mcdoon:
The journey is a sham...
Son:
You should have paid attention dad
Mother:
There are lives to save
Mcdoon:
And all that you desire...
Son:
Why aren’t you furious?
Mother:
We’re not far behind
Mcdoon:
You're back where you began
Father:
It's all just part of the grind
We’ll take it one day at a time
And we’ll find our way back home
All:
Are we gone to oregon?
Oregon...
We’re gone...
Son:
When you've got blood on your dick!
