EVERY TIME I DIE LYRICS

"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 for, we are
Plastic rabbits and 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

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
Throw back the rest of him

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