HUNT

If it moves you can be sure it's beast Even if it doesn't, well, Don't take any chances What's that smell? The sweet blood Oh, it seems to me it's enough to make A man sick Do You know how to show your true face, eh? By sporting hunted ones If It Moves You Can it's a beast And even If it doesn't, well, Don't take any chances What's that smell? The sweet blood Oh, it seems to me it's enough to make A man sick Do You know to show your true face, eh? By sporting hunted ones