Here they come, now I can hear them
Fight or fly?
Shall I live or die today?
GO

Sic my own brethren against me
The view-halloo! They know what I am!
The master of hounds is a-comin’ around
To spur the dogs onward to where I will be found

“Tally-ho!” they cry
Oh, they’re coming for me!
Disembowel the construction!

You traitors! You fools!
You have to obey the rules!

It’s just now being outlawed
But some still deem it valid
It’s “almost” like they want us to die out completely
[PREY!]

Let us pray to St. Hubert for the Blessing of the Hunt!
In the Name of the Father, the Gun, and the Holy Smokes, may we
Always honor God the Creator who set Man in dominion over
All the animals… and in whose name we
Slaughter and terrorize the weak for sport

May He make all hunters proud of their kill and generous with their meat
May He make the stories of the hunt proud and boastful of His will
May He keep all the hunters safe from harm and guilt
May He one day make all men Hunters of Souls!

You call it conservation
You call it part of backwoods culture
Pest control, you say [VERMIN!]
Is vital to your structure

I survive by staying underground
Oh, they’re coming for me! You bastards!

You think we’re breaking into your chicken coops
But it’s you who’s disturbing the farm
And we’re never safe from harm