Hunting Season Lyrics

Seventy miles up from the city

I grew up buried in the trees

New York and Pennsylvania

My bloods running through the streams

Last night they talked about me,

Around a fire in the east

You told the town that I'm a liar, I'm a cheater

Soaked my necklace of rope

In gasoline

I got myself to hug, I got my brain to think

My legs to run

I'm staring down the barrel of a gun,

I did it all for fun

It's hunting season out here, boy, and I'm a trophy kill

But it's not my first year surviving

I ran through the trees like a deer in Vermont,

You shot and you shot till the spring equinox

You hunt in packs, I'm alone like a fox,

It a tough world out here, boy, it kills to get caught

I manned up like a cowboy

Rode a horse so sad and weak

It couldn't gallop twenty feet

If it tried to, if it tried to

I got myself to hug, I got my brain to think

My legs to run

I'm staring down the barrel of a gun,

I did it all for fun

It's hunting season out here, boy, and I'm a trophy kill

But it's not my first year surviving

Dying pine in living rooms

Our days turn to afternoons

The summer solstice gone too soon

Memories hold on to you

Dying pine in living rooms

We had a damn good summer but it ended too soon

And every year I wait for snow to fall and bury me too

Memories hold on to you

I got myself to hug, I got my brain to think

My legs to run

I see another bullet from a gun,

Shedding blood

In the forests of America, no different from the animals

We're all just trying to keep surviving

New York and Pennsylvania,

My bloods running through the streams