Tramp Poacher
Smell the flesh,
Hunt them down,
Blade and revolver,
Brings death to town.
Look for the tracks,
Their makeshift nest,
Lace them with traps,
Poison works best.
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Vermin on the street,
Murdered where they sleep,
Hunted where they roam,
A filthy life,
Bled away by the knife,
The hunt on those with no home.
Take their soul,
Take their heart,
It's a hobo safari,
And I play my part.
Stalking the streets,
Blood on my knife,
Flesh on my blade,
Ending their life.
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The sun comes up,
Time to go home,
To my wife and two children,
They'll never know.
Bread knife goes back,
Then I go to bed,
Then come this evening,
I'll do it again.
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