Gonna move the people with sharp darts to the ear hole And terror spin, veteran style, ghetto child Call his name, hear it echo for miles Check my fouls
Well, when the wind blows down in Cisco, Texas You know you better hunt you a hole But there's always some mighty friendly faces Waiting to greet you
but it?s not fair I break the rules so I don?t care So I keep doing my own thing Walking tall against the rain Victory?s within the mile Almost there,
I ride a mare with a neck of steel I pack a spare with a loaded wheel Shoes and tie made of rhino hide I keep an eye on the countryside I'm hunting -
oak country to the southeast Texas Gulf There used to ride a brakeman, a brakeman double tough. He worked the town of Kilgore, and Longview twelve miles
and a man on the rail I think you'd better call John 'Cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail And it's less than a mile away, I hope
The only shelter you have found I'm a rumour goes round And I'm your last friend in this town Saw you coming from miles away Whites of your eyes as clear
in time she swung out at me It's my favorite time of year Dad always has too much beer Get's on the roof and hunts reindeer Merry Christmas from the
I spent my life savings on a cozy little farm 20 miles out of town It came equipped with a broken down fence and a half breed blue tick hound Well i called
Riding in our cars From the Moon to Mars Everyday, every night Becomes a thousand hours Come and follow you Follow down to excess Return to righteousness Dancing late at night Hunting
apologize? Naw never, just leave 'em I'm like what's up doggie? Lemme introduce my clique and I Lunatics, I'm Lil' T rollin' ninety miles per hour You
read the trail your feet made, each step was deliberately placed. It looks like you know where it leads but I see nothing but leafless frozen trees. About a ? mile
shot of sodium pentathol Tell me something that's not too late to denya?¦ Why would anybody treat your right We already know how the actors feel. MIRACLE MILE
rape any ethnic culture they can plug a mike to. The imperialists rub their hands in glee As the slave-boy hunts out butt-ends in the garbage cans. Is
sign of life They tear apart my pride and cold runs through my veins I feel their stare from miles haunting every step And they won't stop hunting me
sign of life They tear apart my pride and cold runs through my veins I feel their stare from miles haunting every step and they won't stop hunting me
a peach But don't leave food within her reach Or babies, or nursemaids, or chocolate ice cream sodas She loves to laugh and when she smiles You just see teeth for miles and miles
off the PoPo Southern nights are cruising in a big block Foot to the floor quarter miles in a parking lot Southern nights are hunting chickens with a