| It’s the night of the hunter
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| It’s the night of the long knives
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| It’s the night of the hunter
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| And you can justify all you like
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| Sleep tight, this snowy night
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| For spring, you will never see again
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| Say goodbye to your awful wives
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| Bid farewell to your awful friends
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| I’m twenty steps from the jugular
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| I’m twenty steps from the death
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| I’m twenty steps from the funeral
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| I’m twenty steps from your last breath
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| The shadow falls on the abbatoir gates
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| As you leave with the stench on your hands
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| I am here with a cigarette bait
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| I am here to asphyxiate
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| It’s the night of the hunter
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| It’s the night of the long knives
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| It’s the night of the hunter
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| And you can justify all you like
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| The laugh you spew on this landscape
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| As you erase it of the gentle hare
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| Will be your last on this landscape
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| Will be your last anywhere
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| Matador, bear baiter,
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| Butcher, hare courser
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| Value your life while you can |