Hunting season Song Lyrics
Hunting season by David Mead you're little friend is gone again
left without a rhyme or reason
welcome back to hunting season
he had enough of being loved
crooked rain and rolling thunder
says it's nice in Spain this Summer
it's probably not my place to notice the way you pass your winter's solstice
but I wonder if your finger's itching to point your gun and shoot
above the sound of something breaking I hear a better chance worth taking
the crooked rain and rolling thunder
well what else could you do?