The Hunt

The Hunt

Give a man a gun
Give him a cigar
He’ll think about a shot
Sitting at a bar
Strip him of his clothes
Stand him in the light
Sweat upon his brow
Frightened by the sight

Give a man a drink
Give a man the time
Drinking to his thoughts
Bottled up inside
He’ll tell a few jokes
Stumble in the dark
Trips upon the stairs
Fallen on the apart

Draw him like a bow
Aim him at the world
He pretends to know
And then he’ll swim up to the rocks
He’ll be beaten by the fox

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