Despoiler - Tramp Poacher lyrics

rate me

Smell the flesh,

Hunt them down,

Blade and revolver,

Brings death to town.

Look for the tracks,

Their makeshift nest,

Lace them with traps,

Poison works best.

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Vermin on the street,

Murdered where they sleep,

Hunted where they roam,

A filthy life,

Bled away by the knife,

The hunt on those with no home.

Take their soul,

Take their heart,

It's a hobo safari,

And I play my part.

Stalking the streets,

Blood on my knife,

Flesh on my blade,

Ending their life.

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The sun comes up,

Time to go home,

To my wife and two children,

They'll never know.

Bread knife goes back,

Then I go to bed,

Then come this evening,

I'll do it again.

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