Memories consume, like opening the wound,
I'm picking me apart again.
You all assume, I'm safe here in my room,
Unless I try to start again.
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose,
Cuz inside I realize that I'm the one confused.
I don't know what's worth fighting for, or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate, and say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way, I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit,
I'm breaking the habit, tonight.
Clutching my cure, I tightly lock the door,
I try to catch my breath again.
I hurt much more than any time before,
I have no options left again.
I don't want to be the one the battles always choose,
Cuz inside I realize that I'm the one confused.
I don't know what's worth fighting for, or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate, and say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way, I’ll never be alright
So I'm breaking the habit,
I'm breaking the habit, tonight.
I’ll paint it on the walls cuz I’m the one at fault
I’ll never fight again
And this is how it ends
THE HUNTING SONG
Tom Lehrer with orchestra
(Dr. Demento's 25th anniversery tape)
Note: This transcription is dedicated to my uncle and
confirmation sponsor, and the best hunter in Cuyahoga
County, who passed on last year...Mr. Anthony Mazanec
I always will remember
Twas a year ago November
I went out to hunt some deer
On a morning bright and clear
I went and shot the maximum
The game laws would allow
Two game wardens, seven hunters and a cow
I was in no mood to trifle
I took down my trusty rifle
And went out to stalk my prey
What a haul I made that day
I tied them to my fender
And I drove them home somehow
Two game wardens, seven hunters and a cow
The law was very firm it
Took away my permit
The worst punishment I ever endured
It turned out there was a reason
Cows were out of season
And one of the hunters wasn't insured
People ask me how I do it
And I say there's nothing to it
You just stand there looking cute
And when something moves you shoot (BANG!)
And there's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now
Two game wardens, seven hunters and a cow
Yes the law was very firm it
Took away my permit
The worst punishment I ever endured
It turned out there was a reason
Cows were out of season
And one of the hunters wasn't insured
People ask me how I do it
And I say there's nothing to it
You just stand there looking cute
And when something moves you shoot (BANG! OW!)
And there's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now
Two game wardens, seven hunters
And a pure-bred Guernsey cow!
tmazanec1@juno.com or Tom Mazanec to humans