The Hunt

As the foxes hunt

All the chickens start to run

Next thing i know my neck no longer has a front

All the wars are made

i will sleep until my grave

I am young but I am brave and I am not your slave

I will swear to you now that I'm what they say

I have a sickness in my head that won't go away

And by the time the bugs eat their way out off my skull

Will you still say I love you will you still want my soul

As the lions hunt

All the zebras start to run

But I refuse to be called somebody else's lunch

Cause all the wars are made

I will not sleep until my grave

I am young but I am brave and I'm not your slave

I will swear to you now that I'm what they say

I have a sickness in my head that won't go away

And by the time the bugs eat their way out off my skull

Will you still say I love you will you still want my soul