Hunter - Sainthood Reps

This is traditional misfiring at its finest

There’s nobody left to fight for our side

And all my enemies are at my back door

No, my friends are at my back door

I welcomed them in with open arms

So they drew their guns from their belts and walked right in

They laid me by the fire to watch me dry my eyes out

Because we’re just soldiers looking for a war to fight

And I saw a hunter crawling out in the distance

He’s tired, his legs are tied

He’s dehydrated, drowning in the well

Gasoline fields in my backyard

They’re cavernous, bridge-less and unbound

Their ruinous remains will mark all our graves

I don’t have much to tell the travelers down the road

'Cause they just stopped by looking for a place to rest

And they’ll disappear when morning comes

Shadows on the landscape block the sun

'Cause this isn’t where they wanted to be found

And I saw a hunter crawling out in the distance

He’s tired, his legs are tied

He’s dehydrated, drowning in the well

Gasoline fields in my backyard

They’re cavernous, bridge-less and unbound

Their ruinous remains will mark all our graves

Their ruinous remains will mark all our graves

Their ruinous remains will mark all our graves