Hunting Holiday

And i’m trained to solve the time To hunt that tree from the slime And there’s a way to get it good There’s no way you’re getting me Two hours to nine And I know Where I gotta, run down me You don’t, run down me Run down me, you don’t run down me There’s a hole in your shell You’re leaking yourself I could tell And there’s gotta play so you can be Music’s not getting worse Your music’s not getting worse And I know Where I gotta, run down me You don’t, run down me Run down me, you don’t run down me And I’m trained Excuse me alone Cause there’s one of you And there’s always another of you talking on the phone