Every Time I Die - A Gentlemans Sport Lyrics

vague men

tied to a steak

gather round

your little ones.

feast your eyes

steady your aim

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! 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.) 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.

bring me the tongue.

throw back the rest of him.


[Thanks to xjessieanne for adding these lyrics]