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Here comes the great American sportsman,
With camoflage and a gun,
Here comes the great American sportsman,
if the odds were evened up, I bet you'd fucking run,
This ain't no sport because the deck is stacked against the prey,
You're armed to the teeth and they can only run away,
You're a tough guy hunter, a real fucking man,
If you're so tough, then why don't you hunt with your bare hands?
Here comes the great American sportsman,
A member of the N.R.A.,
Here comes the great American coward,
Hiding in the bushes so you can sneak up on your prey,
Now you've jacked a buck and you can kick back with a beer,
Drowning all your sorrows, keep on running from your fear,
Finish off a six pack and you're feeling brave again,
Go brag about your murder to all your loser friends,
I want to see a hunter caught in a leg hold trap,
I want to see a hunter with an arrow in his back,
I want to see a hunter with a hook right through his cheek,
I want to see a hunter carved up like a piece of meat,
I want to see a hunter's body strapped to the hood of a car,
I want to see a hunter's bravery when he is unarmed,
I want to see a hunter wounded and on the run,
I want to see a hunter through the sights of a gun...,
Here comes the great American sportsman,
Who I wouldn't mind seeing dead,
Here comes the great American coward,
I hope another hunter shoots you in the head,
You carry a weapon to mask the weakness that you feel,
And your predatory stance mirrors the American ideal,
When the odds are in your favor you go on the attack,
I bet you wouldn't venture in the woods if the animals shot back...
SHOOT BACK!!!
(THE PIST - Wieder der Carsten, ne?! ;) )
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