"Tyranny Of The Hunt" lyrics - COLONEL CLAYPOOL'S BUCKET OF BERNIE BRAINS

The tyranny of the hunt
Will take you by surprise
It'll cloud the most unobstructed eye

The unpliable will ply
I tore a chunk from my finger
Red droplets to the floor
Suddenly it hits me I won't be violining anymore

The tyranny of the hunt
So goes the tyranny of the hunt

The tyranny of the hunt
Broke his morals down
Left him standing in the bathroom
With his trousers on the ground

You may be drawn by sight
You may be drawn by smell
You might be led to Xanadu
Or sent off straight to hell

The tyranny of the hunt
So goes the tyranny of the hunt

A Petaluma man
Showed his gal a trick
He took a needle full of cocaine
And he shot it in his prick

They say he got the gangrene
The pain it wouldn't stop
And when he took a hot bath that night
His pecker floated to the top

The tyranny of the hunt
So goes the tyranny of the hunt