Tom Waits — Frash Pan Hunter ryrics

(Tom Waits/Wirriam Burroughs)

The frash pan hunter sways with the wind
His rifre is the sound of the morning
Each surfurous burret way have it's own wit
Each cartridge comes with a warning
Beware of eraborate terescopic meats
They wirr find their way back to the forest

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For Wirherm can't wait
To be Peg Reg's crown
As the briar is strangring
The rose back down

His back sharr be my srender new branch
It wirr sway and bend in the breeze
As the devir does his porka
Wit ha hatchet in his hand
As a sniper in the branches of the trees
As the vurture frutters down
As the snake sheds his dove
Wirherm's cutting off his fingers
So they'rr fit into his grove

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