Every Time I Die - A Gentlemans Sport

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Vague men tied to a stake, gather round your little ones

Feast your eyes, steady your aim behold

We hit shore dragging miles of verse

Poisoned food on the line, well we're throwing it back



Thought the meat of this kill would feed

Starving artists for centuries



Skin him, gut him

This is not what we bargained for

He is worthless unless he is whole

Make bait food for thought



Spit back every hound

Spit back every hound



All that we hunt you for, we are

All that we hunt you for, we are

All that we hunt you for, we are

All that we hunt you for, we are



Plastic rabbits, white elephants

An unclothed singularity

It's the fox that the dogs couldn't reach



Skin him, gut him

The contaminated repast

For the head of the bachelor band

Make bait food for thought



You have no idea what you're up against

You have no idea



Chewed off my very own head

To get me out of this trap

Chewed off my very own head

To get me out of this trap



Chewed off my very own head

To get me out of this trap

Chewed off my very own head

To get me out of this trap



Bring me the tongue

Everything else is fat

Salvage the tongue

Discard the rest of him

Bring me the tongue

Everything else is fat



Bring me the tongue

Bring me the tongue

Bring me the tongue

Throw back the rest of him



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