Hunter
(Indisponível)
A silver lamp-lit sign
Flashes in the rain
Inside the taxi
That takes me to my plane
And the party's over
With a head that throbs
It's none of my business you see
I'm just doing my job
I'm gonna track you down
[L](Lived by the sword, dies by the sword)
[R](He obeys the law, where the stuff is sold)
I'm gonna catch your scent
[L](Bind our hands on the wall, everything else looks sore)
[R](What we do it for, and the casts are sore)
I'm gonna spring your trap
[L](And the casts have soul, what can you use them for)
[R](Then you ran to the hall, bind their hands to the wall)
I'm gonna track you down
[L](Locusts steal the sword, the air occurs the sword)
[R](Die by the sword, lived by the sword)
And let's see, you were last seen leaving Tony's Bar
With a dark suspicious man
And some intoxicated woman
'Cause your wife doesn't understand
A carnation in your buttonhole
Greed inside your veins
Smooth threats and promises
Hotel rooms and chains
Closing in like snow and rust
Leave you high and dry
First you're gonna simmer
Then you're gonna fry
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