Colonel Claypool's Bucket Of Bernie Brains - Tyranny of the Hunt lyrics

The tyranny of the hunt Will take you by surprise It'll cloud the most unobstructed eye The unpliable will ply I tore a chunk from my finger Red droplets to the floor Suddenly it hits me I won't be violining anymore The tyranny of the hunt So goes the tyranny of the hunt The tyranny of the hunt Broke his morals down Left him standing in the bathroom With his trousers on the ground You may be drawn by sight You may be drawn by smell You might be led to Xanadu Or sent off straight to hell The tyranny of the hunt So goes the tyranny of the hunt A Petaluma man Showed his gal a trick He took a needle full of c**aine And he shot it in his prick They say he got the gangrene The pain it wouldn't stop And when he took a hot bath that night His pecker floated to the top The tyranny of the hunt So goes the tyranny of the hunt