Being a hunter has never been so pleasant. I even shine those rifles in my dreams. I can't shoot dope, so I'll just shoot pheasant. A social busy bee in a lazy worker ant. A Labeled side effect of screams. Being a hunter has never been so pleasant. Why say you can, when they know you can't? Keep little boy fingers out of those creams. I can't shoot Pope, so I'll just shoot pheasant. An angel made of gravy alah-nappy wipe of rant. Tired of restitching the same ol'e torn seams? Being a hunter has never been so pleasant? Are "We the people" not the 'we in residence'? But killing that mockin' bird aint all it seems. I can't shoot Pope, so I'll just shoot pheasant. I have no more rebuttle, no more recant. A tempoless temple of beamingless beams. Being a hunter has never been so fucking lame. I can't shoot dope, so I'll just shoot Picasso.