Hunter

A silver lamp-lit sign

Flashes in the rain

Inside the taxi

That takes me to my plane

And the party's over

With a head that throbs

It's none of my business you see

I'm just doing my job

I'm gonna track you down

[L](Lived by the sword, dies by the sword)

[R](He obeys the law, where the stuff is sold)

I'm gonna catch your scent

[L](Bind our hands on the wall, everything else looks sore)

[R](What we do it for, and the casts are sore)

I'm gonna spring your trap

[L](And the casts have soul, what can you use them for)

[R](Then you ran to the hall, bind their hands to the wall)

I'm gonna track you down

[L](Locusts steal the sword, the air occurs the sword)

[R](Die by the sword, lived by the sword)

And let's see, you were last seen leaving Tony's Bar

With a dark suspicious man

And some intoxicated woman

'Cause your wife doesn't understand

A carnation in your buttonhole

Greed inside your veins

Smooth threats and promises

Hotel rooms and chains

Closing in like snow and rust

Leave you high and dry

First you're gonna simmer

Then you're gonna fry