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The Russian Futurists - Register My Firearms? No Way! Lyrics

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The one thing hunting has slowly showed me
  • Is to stay stealth and to lay real low key
  • The ground is cold and the woods are lonely
  • And patience pays off and aim is so key
  • The one thing angling's been wrangling from me
  • Is keep what you catch or you'll go hungry and
  • The rocks and rains are the pains that stung me
  • It's feast or famine out in the country
  • Your bed's made, lie down, find out what is missing here
  • And ask yourself if things are getting crystal clear
  • 'Cause love is thick and life's a loaded pistol, dear
  • So ***** that hammer back and then just disappear
  • And you're bed ridden, head's hidden in the sand
  • The match gets lit and it's still singeing your hand
  • And you're bed ridden, head's hidden in the sand
  • The match gets lit and it's still singeing your hand
  • You sit back with a lit match fuming
  • Lights out in a pitch black room and
  • You sit back with a lit match burning
  • A dead start with the wheels still turning
  • You sit back with a lit match fuming
  • Lights out in a pitch black room and
  • You sit back with a lit match drowning
  • A dead start with the pistons pounding
  • You're a slow learner but a fast starter
  • You sulk around like you're the class martyr
  • When things go worse for you, we laugh harder
  • And throw baby out with the bath water
  • Your bed's made, lie down, find out what is missing here
  • And ask yourself if things are getting crystal clear
  • 'Cause love is thick and life's a loaded pistol, dear
  • So ***** that hammer back and then just disappear
  • And you're bed ridden, head's hidden in the sand
  • The match gets lit and it's still singeing your hand
  • And you're bed ridden, head's hidden in the sand
  • The match gets lit and it's still singeing your hand
  • You sit back with a lit match fuming
  • Lights out in a pitch black room and
  • You sit back with a lit match burning
  • A dead start with the wheels still turning
  • You sit back with a lit match fuming
  • Lights out in a pitch black room and
  • You sit back with a lit match drowning
  • A dead start with the pistons pounding

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