I remember when I was younger, my daddy taught me hunt for food not sport Now I'm older, his words stick with me in the desert, where I am hungry Modern living has left me starving Beneath the buildings, I started laughing I started walking. The sun was smiling Now it's scowling, the wind is howling The hills are my home, the fire my wife My story the miles, the kill is my life The hills are my home, the fire my wife The dirt is in my blood, my will is the knife It's enough to make a sane man go madTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
