Klaus

Waving around with his hands in the air He doesn’t know where he’s at, the cross hairs on his back And he’s down Target falls down Wave a white flag to the dumb headed stag They graze in a pack waiting for the attack And they’re down Target falls down Waving around with his hands to his back He doesn’t know where he’s at, reeling from the attack And he’s down Target fall down Wave a white flag to the dumb headed stag They’re back on their tracks running from the attack And he’s down Target fall down