| There’s a critter sleeping under my knees.
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| He can sleep through the sun and the breeze.
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| But I never could sleep very well
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| With a beast in my bed, claws out, playing show and tell.
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| Traced my name in the fur of my mate.
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| Took my new name, started going to church on Sunday.
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| Sneaky, can’t you smell it on me?
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| Here, now, is your monster, my baby.
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| I am indifferent if I am here or there.
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| Will you eat me when I die?
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| Silent predator, red eyes and tail.
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| But for all of your scratching, I tell you, I cannot care.
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| Knew a hunter, loved him a lot.
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| He was my best friend and he was such a perfect shot,
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| And though he shot me quick,
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| It’s true he never missed.
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| Wound’s healing slow. |
| Critter, c’mere.
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| Lick the blood out my bullet hole.
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| (White meat, white meat, white meat, white meat.) |