A Gentlemans Sport Lyrics - The Big Dirty - Every Time I Die

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 

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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 

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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