The Russian Futurists - Register My Firearms? No Way! Lyrics
The one thing hunting has slowly showed me
Is to stay stealth and to lay real low keyThe ground is cold and the woods are lonelyAnd patience pays off and aim is so keyThe one thing angling's been wrangling from meIs keep what you catch or you'll go hungry andThe rocks and rains are the pains that stung meIt's feast or famine out in the countryYour bed's made, lie down, find out what is missing hereAnd ask yourself if things are getting crystal clear'Cause love is thick and life's a loaded pistol, dearSo ***** that hammer back and then just disappearAnd you're bed ridden, head's hidden in the sandThe match gets lit and it's still singeing your handAnd you're bed ridden, head's hidden in the sandThe match gets lit and it's still singeing your handYou sit back with a lit match fumingLights out in a pitch black room andYou sit back with a lit match burningA dead start with the wheels still turningYou sit back with a lit match fumingLights out in a pitch black room andYou sit back with a lit match drowningA dead start with the pistons poundingYou're a slow learner but a fast starterYou sulk around like you're the class martyrWhen things go worse for you, we laugh harderAnd throw baby out with the bath waterYour bed's made, lie down, find out what is missing hereAnd ask yourself if things are getting crystal clear'Cause love is thick and life's a loaded pistol, dearSo ***** that hammer back and then just disappearAnd you're bed ridden, head's hidden in the sandThe match gets lit and it's still singeing your handAnd you're bed ridden, head's hidden in the sandThe match gets lit and it's still singeing your handYou sit back with a lit match fumingLights out in a pitch black room andYou sit back with a lit match burningA dead start with the wheels still turningYou sit back with a lit match fumingLights out in a pitch black room andYou sit back with a lit match drowningA dead start with the pistons pounding