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