Текст (слова) песни: barstool prophets - Last Of The Big Game Hunters
I have heard dandelions Roaring out in my backyard. A direct approach is dangerous Until you`re sure they`ve dropped their guard. You`d be better off to wait Until the brutes go for the bait And when they can`t anticipate Is when you pounce and break their necks. Sure, some call me insane... But danger is my middle name. I have spied tiger-spiders On the prowl along my fence. But the speed at which they travel Makes a chase much too intense. So you set your traps with care, Scattering them here and there, Hoping for a leg to snare (And with eight, the odds are in your favour.) Watch out they can maim Even with a leg left lame. Sure, some call me insane... But danger is my middle name. There is one great adversary That consumes my thoughts foremost. You see, a dragonfly breathes fire, So its not safe to get too close. But its hard to be aware Of them appearing from nowhere As they swoop down through the air. I might just need a rocket-launcher. Not even scalding flame Could make me shake my aim. Sure, some call me insane... But danger is my middle name.
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