Great American Sportsman Lyrics

Here comes the Great American Sportsman

With camoflage and a gun

Here comes the Great American Coward

If the odds were evened up, I bet you'd fuckin' run

This ain't no sport cause the deck is stacked against the prey

You're armed to the teeth, and they can only run away

You're a tough guy hunter, a real fuckin' man

If you are so tough, why don't you hunt with your bare hands

Here comes the Great American Sportsman

A member of the NRA

Here comes the Great American Coward

Hiding in the bushes, so you can sneak up on your prey

Now you've jacked a buck and you can kick back with a beer

Drowning all your sorrows, keep on running from your fear

Finish off a six-pack and your feeling brave again

Go brag about your murder to all your loser friends

I want to see a hunter caught in a leg-hold trap

I want to see a hunter with an arrow in his back

I want to see a hunter with a hook right through his cheek

I want to see a hunter carved up like a piece of meat

I want to see a hunter's body, strapped to the hood of a car

I want to see a hunter's bravery when he is unarmed

I want to see a hunter wounded and on the run

I want to see a hunter through the sites of a gun

Here comes the Great American Sportsman

Who I wouldn't mind seeing dead

Here comes the Great American Coward

I hope another hunter shoots you in the head

You carry a weapon to mask the weakness that you feel

And your predatory stance mirrors the American ideal

When the odds are in your favor, you go on the attack

I'll bet you wouldn't venture in the woods if the animals shot back

Shoot back