A Gentleman’s Sport

Vague men tied to a stake
Gather 'round your little ones
Feast your eyes
Steady your aim
Behold

We hit shore dragging miles of verse
Poisoned food on the line
We're throwing it back

Thought the meat of this kill would feed
Starving artists for centuries
Skin him, gut him
This is not what we bargained for
He is worthless unless he is whole
Make bait, food for thought
Spit back every hound
Spit back every hound

All that we hunt you for, we are
All that we hunt you for, we are
All that we hunt you for, we are
All that we hunt you for, we are

Plastic rabbits, white elephants

An unclothed singularity
Is the fox that the dogs couldn't reach
Skin him, gut him
The contaminated repast
For the head of the bachelor band
Make bait, food for thought
You have no idea what you're up against
You have no idea

Chewed off my very own head to get me out of this trap
Chewed off my very own head to get me out of this trap
Chewed off my very own head to get me out of this trap
Chewed off my very own head to get me out of this trap

Bring me the tongue, everything else is fat
Salvage the tongue
Discard the rest of him
Bring me the tongue, everything else is fat

Bring me the tongue
Bring me the tongue
Bring me the tongue
Bring me the tongue, throw back the rest of him