Diana The Hunter

What kind of beast, eats its own?
Ignores the pleas, of the weak and alone
They disappear, on the bus from there to here
You need a job? Live with the fear

The streets of Juarez, the dark of night
A girl is missing, by morning light
When the system fails, everybody knows
Diana Hunter, grabs her bow

You will know justice
You will harvest fear
Mister bus driver, your end is near
Oh, Diana the hunter is here

What kind of land, betrays the young?
Calls them liars, whores, scum
At a dark bus stop, hidden down behind a rock
Diana Hunter, hits her mark
Rumors fly, just what went on?
When bow and arrow, rights the wrong
A vigilante, to bring a killer down
Signs a note, left on the ground

You will know justice
You will harvest fear
Mister bus driver, your end is near
Oh-oh, feel the fear
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, feel it
Oh, Diana the hunter is here

Mister bus driver, feel the fear



Credits
Writer(s): Lisa Marie Jacobs, Theo A. Kamp
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