Through the Mill
When I saw you die the death
Whilst beating animal
I ran to approach the poachers' nest
To strip them of their epaulet
You really are the maddest beast
I've ever seen before
300 pounds wrapped in my cave
We're going to an island
I packed you up with trophy bones
And bridged you on the peak
We stayed to watch the ships come in
And drank to when the chase felt good
I really could not leave him there
They put him through the mill
I rode back home to tell my friends
The moon it makes the wine taste sweet
Whilst beating animal
I ran to approach the poachers' nest
To strip them of their epaulet
You really are the maddest beast
I've ever seen before
300 pounds wrapped in my cave
We're going to an island
I packed you up with trophy bones
And bridged you on the peak
We stayed to watch the ships come in
And drank to when the chase felt good
I really could not leave him there
They put him through the mill
I rode back home to tell my friends
The moon it makes the wine taste sweet
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Writer(s): Cate Le Bon
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