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Hunting season's here for the hungry
Take your guns and your dogs in your chains
Hunting season's here for the hungry
Take your guns and your dogs and your names
The wolves are at the door
And your mansion's made of paper
The rock is waiting for, for your shoulders
You kept us hungry too long, oh no
You ignored all the signs, oh yeah
Blinded by your appetites
You took away our rights
And we worked and worked and worked and worked and worked and worked and worked and worked
Til eyes were red, our fingers bled, and we was dead, our children said and now
And now it's too late for you to stay
And it is too late for us to go
To turn our rawnesses
Into solaces
And call off lawlessness
Even if we wanted to
Not that we do
Hunting season's here for the hungry
Take your guns and your dogs in your chains
Hunting season's here for the hungry
Take your guns and your dogs and your names
The wolves are at the door
And your mansion's made of paper
The rock is waiting for, for your shoulders
Wolves are at the door
Wolves are at the door
Hunting Season
Hunting Season
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