Bloodlust

I’m sorry but if your birds are getting eat you shoot that fox

You don’t dress up in red and round up the dogs

Tip your cap to the toffs, molest the stable jock

'Cause who’s gonna believe him

This is just your sick blood lust

This is just your sick blood lust

I’m sorry that you’re still alive to blow that hooter

'Cause you deserve the shooter

You’re vile, scarlet Neanderthal

Oblivious to life outside your country house

Don’t even try to justify

Some country code some country way of life

This is just your sick blood lust

This is just your sick blood lust

Don’t try to dress it up

'cause this is just your sick blood lust

(Yeah) this is just your sick blood lust