The Hunter

from by Throwing Stuff

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If your finger nails were worth their weight in gold
I’d rip them out, let it be told
If your fucking hair could cure all disease
I’d treasure your scalp, I guarantee
You pilfer and plunder, you’re fucking vile
There’s complicity across these miles and miles

You can mix up all your medicines, treat tradition as fact
Feed the habit all you like, the science was never intact
If you could comprehend the loss, you’d understand the message I’m trying to get across
I’ll cut off your nose to fucking spite your face
You’re a self-destructive egotist, I can’t relate
I hate the way you fucking live
And don’t give me any of that “cultural misunderstanding” shit
Oblivious or disinterested, I don’t know which
You’ll take, take, take until there’s nothing left

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from Fit, Fine & Well, released April 7, 2017

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