There's a price we pay
For the crimes we commit today
Curse of Myles Standish Begins
Trapped in the forest for our sins
'Cause we g**ned Plymouth Rock
All the exits are now blocked
Demons lurking in the trees
(That) motherf**er, Squanto, gave me a disease
Tired and hungry, no end in sight
GPS keeps telling me to take a right
No hope in sight, can't be saved
Curse of Myles Standish follows us to the grave
'Cause we g**ned Plymouth Rock
All the exits are now blocked
Demons lurking in the trees
(That) motherf**er, Squanto, gave me a disease.
Why don't you have a seat right over there?