Herman Dune - They Go To The Woods lyrics

I got the feeling

Many of us

Don't see much

I look around

Some things just

Don't match

The sound of the shotgun

The big black eye of a doe

They go to the woods and

They Hound the deer down

I find it hard to

Put out of my mind

A girl wearing leather

A man feeding a lion

A cap with a feather

Men workin' and buyin'