Letras de A Gentleman’s Sport

Fake man, time to mistake
Gather ′round your little ones
Feast your eyes, stand at your aim
Behold, we hitch our dragon's mouth first
Poison food on the line
While we′re throwing it back
Thump the meat of this killing fiend
Starving artists for centuries

Skin him, gut him
This is not what we bargained for
He is worthless unless he is whole
Make bait, food for thought
Spit back every hound
Spit back every hound

All that we hunt you for, we are
All that we hunt you for, we are
All that we hunt you for, we are
All that we hunt you for, we are

Black cat, red bear
White out the fear
In a closed singularity
It's the fox that the dogs couldn't reach

Skin him, gut him
The contaminated repairs
For the head of the bachelor band
Make bait, food for thought
You have no idea what you′re up against

Chewed off my very own head to get me out of this trap
Chewed off my very own head to get me out of this trap
Chewed off my very own head to get me out of this trap
Chewed off my very own head to get me out of this trap

Bring me the tongue
Everything else is past
Salvage the tongue
Discard the rest of him
Bring me the tongue
Everything else is past
Bring me the tongue
Bring me the tongue
Bring me the tongue
Throw back the rest of him