Cold Dead Hands

So brave, so fearless.
So what?
I couldn't care less.
Black heart, white hunter.
You call it sport,
I call it murder.

I'll use a language that you understand,
I'll take that rifle from your cold dead hands.

Your kill, your trophy.
You know what?
It doesn't thrill me.
No risk, no glory.
You took a life,
No other story.

I'll use a language that you understand,
I'll take that rifle from your cold dead hands.

I want a trophy, it's your head on a wall.
I want a trophy, it's you skinned on the floor.
I'll use a language that you understand.
I'll take that rifle from your cold dead hands.

So strong, so noble.
We got the picture,
You're going global.
So stop complaining.
You say it's sport,
So start explaining.

I'll use a language that you understand,
I'll take that rifle from your cold dead hands.

I want a trophy,
It's your head on a wall.
I want a trophy,
It's you skinned on the floor.
I'll use a language that you understand.
I'll take that rifle from your cold dead hands.

Your life, it's over.
So dumb.
You blew your cover.
Black heart, white hunter.
It's not a sport,
Committing murder.

I'll use a language that you understand,
I'll take that rifle from your cold dead hands.

I want a trophy,
It's your head on a wall.
I want a trophy,
It's you skinned on the floor.
I'll use a language that you understand.
I'll take that rifle from your cold dead hands.

I want a trophy,
It's your head on a wall.
I want a trophy,
It's you skinned on the floor.
I'll use a language that you understand.
I'll take that rifle from your cold dead hands.
Your cold dead hands.

Your motherfucking cold dead hands.

Cold dead hands.