Lyrics:
When my Brooke's on, Brooke's on
Brooke's on, Brooke's on
(Yeah)
When it go with all my clothes
(I'm dressed to kill)
With a look that's never old
(Now
I find my way
Night and day
I am the hunter
The hunter
Twenty years
I've waited here
I am the hunter
The hunter
blood in his eyes
The scars on his mind took so many lives
Die hard the hunter
Welcome home soldier boy
Put down your pistol, yeah, put down your
blood in his eyes
The scars on his mind took so many lives
Die hard the hunter
Welcome home soldier boy
Put down your pistol, yeah, put down your
Written by Warren Zevon 1970 United Artists/ c. 1996 EMI Capitol Records Special Markets
Jungle telephone
Ding a dong ding ding _____ with a red mud
Hunter Seeker
Hunter Seeker
In the shit house a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town
No stars in the black
In the shit house a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town
No stars in the black
In the shithouse a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town
No stars in the black night
the hunter of invisible game
Well I woke last night to the heavy clicking and clack
And a scarecrow on fire along the railroad tracks
There were empty
Sitting here on the bed,
Trying to clear my head,
But Brooke you just won't budge,
So I look back instead,
Why'd you go away?
Useless when I
been alone for way too long
Well, the heart is a lonely hunter
With only one desire
To find some lasting comfort in the arms of a lovers fire
If travel is searching
And home what's been found
I'm not stopping
I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter
I'll bring back the goods
But I don't
If travel is searching
And home what's been found
I'm not stopping
I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter
I'll bring back the goods
But I don't
The Hunter
The Hunter
Nothing but his might
The Hunter
Nothing but a man
The Hunter
underground angry artists
So long that I know they need a brief hug
And I'm over the emotions and Different Strokes my favorite show
So I don't watch these
I'm goin' to Hollywood, they'll see that I'm so good
I won't care how I feel, and I'll get to fuck Brooke Shields
I'll just sit and grin, the money
to stop (oh yeah)
With a flower in her teeth, she drained the last drop
I said girls love money like bees the honey
But lonely is the hunter, you're
In the shit house a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town
No stars in the black
[Chorus:]
Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter
Lonely hunter
I'm a lonely hunter, a hungry ghost
When you call a passion you must pay
a hunter's moon
Under a headstone, sister
I'm dying to see you, my friend (ah)
Back in the old cemetery
I'm dying to see you, my friend
Though my
In the shit house a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town
No stars in the black
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