Colonel Claypool's Bucket Of Bernie Brains Tyranny Of The Hunt
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