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• Artiste: Church (The)
• Titre: Hunter
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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