The Hunt  
    (Difford/Tilbrook)  

    WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.  

      Give a man a gun -- give him a cigar
      He'll think about a shot sitting at a bar
      Strip him of his clothes, stand him in the light
      Sweat upon his brow, frightened by the sight

      Draw him like a bow, aim him at the world
      He pretends to know and then he'll swim up to the rocks
      He'll be beaten by the fox

      Give a man a drink -- give a man the time 
      Drink into his thoughts bottled up inside
      He'll tell a few jokes, stumble in the dark
      Trips upon the stairs, he's fallen apart

      Draw him like a bow, aim him at the world
      He pretends to know and then he'll swim up to the rocks
      He'll be beaten by the fox
       

    Contributed by Lily Giordano  


  • The B-side to "Black Coffee in Bed".
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