A dry leaf skidding across the concrete Scraping less than its weight down my street Ask you, where do you go? Pulled off the side of the road In a tall stand of grass At the dead end of the path
You go where the hunter goes but you don't have a gun Said, "what am I gonna do with a man as sad as you?" Pulled back the skin and now, looking at the tongue You got stoned and you're gonna go home
Tangled up on a rise The only climber of your kind You got a scrape on the thigh And on the shin dried a bloodline
You go where the hunter goes but you don't have a gun Said, "what am I gonna do with a man as sad as you?" Pulled back the skin and now, looking at the tongue You got stoned and you're gonna go home
~~~♫♫♫~~~ You go where the hunter goes but you don't have a gun Said, "what am I gonna do with a man as sad as you?" Pulled back the skin and now, looking at the tongue You got stoned and you're gonna go homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.