B. Dolan - The Hunter lyrics

Sitting up in bed when the sun sets The room is such a mess Keep it darker than the crypt Rumble in my stomach Wreak of garlic and incense Stumble from the bed I dreamed of monsters again Sharpen my instruments As part of my dilligence Polishing springs and pins Hardens the k**er instinct Darkness slips in I stalk them in the mist And walk the empty city Looking for my nemesis I'm a vampire hunter. A bounty k**er I know my way around and I'm bound to deliver I've lived among the parasites for more than half my life Studied their evil habits, patterns and appetites I'm a Hunter Land in the city with a caravan of gypsies Who hand me crucifixes and whisper their superstition I keep it moving in tune with the moon's position Setup with a smooth precision Every night's a new mission I lift the lids of these stale boxes of dirt Because I put stake in heart And faith in hard work Now watch their snake eyes Awake in surprise as they die Cut out the heart and burn it at the graveside Say goodbye I'm saving lives and the pay is fine, besides The truth is I get a thrill When it comes to the k**ing time I'm a vampire hunter. A bounty k**er I know my way around and I'm bound to deliver I've lived among the parasites for more than half my life Studied their evil patterns, habits and appetites I'm a Hunter They're not human Not the people you remember They are the undead, The beast, The cannibal, The predator They are disease, They feed off d**h But there's a sacred mutilation That will lay them to rest You need a vampire hunter, a bounty k**er Who knows his way around and is bound to deliver Who's lived among the parasites for more than half his life Studied their evil patterns, habits and appetites "I wear my sungla**es at night," I don't know why I'm just sensitive to the light When I was young I had Such a strong sense of wrong and right Them days are gone Life is long, not forever Right? (right.) These silver bullets pack a helluva bite But I ain't never been the s**a type (still i get bloody like) The incident that happened down in Exeter town Where the daughter of George Brown Wouldn't rest in the ground We had a posse of men Even the Providence Press Dug up the body And cut out the black heart from her chest Less than a month later Her older brother was dead And I was wanted by the court To explain what I did So I ran away and hid in the next city But something of the strange events must've stayed with me Made me face the mirror for a moment to question Imagine my surprise when I saw No reflection