"A Gentleman's Sport" lyrics - EVERY TIME I DIE

Vague men tied to a stake. gather round your little ones
Feast your eyes. steady your arm. behold!
We hit shore dragging miles of verse. poisoned food on the line, 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 for, we are
Plastic rabbits and white elephants
An unclothed singularity is the fox that the dogs couldn't reach
Skin him! guy 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
I 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. salvage the tongue. everything else is fat
Bring me the tongue. throw back the rest of him