Search results for hunter by great white

We've found 724 lyrics, 100 artists, and 100 albums matching hunter by great white:



Ching a chong ching ching

Gorilla go bang bang ____________ling ling
Gorilla go bang bang ____________ling ling

Great white hunter
He shoot gun gun
Driven by a desperate hunger.
To the dark of the neon light.
The heart is a lonely hunter.
When there's no sign of a love in sight.

She hears him
States, 
By fleeing the White House like a diseased cure, 
Richard Nixon broke the heart of the American Dream"
I am the Great White Hunter 
And you know I've come to search 
Just to further human knowledge 
All for science and research 
And if by chance I
sing with pride
Let the white men die

Great spirit, thunder birds fly
We are wild and free
To fight and die by the open sky
Spirit horse ride for me
The hunter's star
Burns brighter than all
Of the suns of the firmament
As through the sky he raged
With his hook and blade
And the world unmade
my friend,
Always winning in the end,
He's no angel, he's no fool,
Never plays it by the rule,
Take the glory, steal the prize,
Only The Hunter
help," he said
Or the hunter will shoot me dead"
"Little rabbit, come inside
Safely to abide"

Itty bitty cabin in the woods
Itty bitty man by
Child of the oceans I am, walking on the waves
Stirring the pools, I silence and calm the tides to a glaze
Touched by a vision of love, her beauty
Driven by a desperate hunger.
To the dark of the neon light.
The heart is a lonely hunter.
When there's no sign of a love in sight.

She hears him
Always winning in the end,
He's no angel, he's no fool,
Never plays it by the rule,
Take the glory, steal the prize,
Only the hunter, only the hunter
Who could toe-dance on a ridge or gallop up a mountainside
Who could haul the hunter's burden, turn a buffalo stampede
The horse that wore the spotted
And this river's done running
And my time will come soon
Carried to the great ocean
By the drag of the moon
And time will come soon
Carried to the great ocean
By the drag of the moon
A ruler's tool, priest's excuse, tyrant's delight
I alone, the great white hunter
I'll march till the dawn brings me rest
10th patriot at the gallows' pole
high as all beautiful dies
A ruler´s tool, priest´s excuse, tyrant´s delight 
I alone, the great white hunter
I´ll march till the dawn brings me
And this river's done running
And my time will come soon
Carried to the great ocean
By the drag of the moon
destruction!"
This all passersby ignored
"Save us, save us..."

When the great explorers, fortune hunters / Slave men, conmen set their sails
They dreamed
All in green went my love riding
On a great horse of gold
Into the silver dawn.

Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
The merry deer ran
Away from the kill

One day we'll reach a great ocean
At the end of a pale afternoon
And we lay down our heads just like we were sleeping
Controlled by
The great Gaels of Ireland
The race that God made mad
For all their wars are merry
And all their songs are sad

words remembered by John A. Roche
spit of scorn
Invisible king, dying
Procession of woe, struck down by sorrow

A burden so great
Weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs
The swift
Blinded by the grand illusion
Golden wings to fly

The hunter draws closer to it's prey

Vacantly I was gazing at the mirage
I yearned to be a apostle
the eye
Pressed against the telescope of dreams
Sees two stars
Two stars, two white hot lines on a firey white
Spinning madly on lines defined
By each
dreamland

Tar baby and the Great White Wonder
Talking over a glass of rum
Burning on the inside
With the knowledge of things to come
There's gambling