Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hunter, artist - Sainthood Reps. Album song Monoculture, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 31.12.2010
Record label: Capitol Christian
Song language: English
Hunter |
| This is traditional misfiring at its finest |
| There’s nobody left to fight for our side |
| And all my enemies are at my back door |
| No, my friends are at my back door |
| I welcomed them in with open arms |
| So they drew their guns from their belts and walked right in |
| They laid me by the fire to watch me dry my eyes out |
| Because we’re just soldiers looking for a war to fight |
| And I saw a hunter crawling out in the distance |
| He’s tired, his legs are tied |
| He’s dehydrated, drowning in the well |
| Gasoline fields in my backyard |
| They’re cavernous, bridge-less and unbound |
| Their ruinous remains will mark all our graves |
| I don’t have much to tell the travelers down the road |
| 'Cause they just stopped by looking for a place to rest |
| And they’ll disappear when morning comes |
| Shadows on the landscape block the sun |
| 'Cause this isn’t where they wanted to be found |
| And I saw a hunter crawling out in the distance |
| He’s tired, his legs are tied |
| He’s dehydrated, drowning in the well |
| Gasoline fields in my backyard |
| They’re cavernous, bridge-less and unbound |
| Their ruinous remains will mark all our graves |
| Their ruinous remains will mark all our graves |
| Their ruinous remains will mark all our graves |