Hunt For Food, Not Sport Lyrics

I remember when I was younger, my daddy taught me hunt for food not sport

Now I'm older, his words stick with me in the desert, where I am hungry

Modern living has left me starving

Beneath the buildings, I started laughing

I started walking. The sun was smiling
Now it's scowling, the wind is howling

The hills are my home, the fire my wife

My story the miles, the kill is my life

The hills are my home, the fire my wife

The dirt is in my blood, my will is the knife

It's enough to make a sane man go mad

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