Poetic-Verses
'' I'm A Coward Without My Gun ''
I killed a lion aren't I brave,
I'm a hunter to give me my title,
To my hobby I've became a slave,
They've convinced me that courage is vital.
Stalking these beasts is truly an art,
It does take a great deal of skill,
As does the prep a sedative dart,
In case me the animal does kill.
It's not unfair the lion was aware,
The odds against me are stacked,
Whatever you say I really don't care,
There's a risk of me being attacked.
The lion breathes heavy it's him or me,
Don't you dare say the lion is stoned,
For protection from him I must pay a fee,
My talents must be constantly honed.
The lion collapses before I take aim,
I have run him into the ground,
That's my excuse in this sick game,
The drugs will never be found.
As I close in with my armed guards,
I'm convinced we're on an equal footing,
Before I shoot I give my regards,
How else would I kill without shooting?
My trophy is dead I feel relief,
The pressure is incredibly strong,
His wife and cubs are left with the grief,
I'm convinced I've done nothing wrong.
His partner attacks me she's both brutal and cruel,
No ammunition means it's one on one,
The Queen Of The Jungle really does rule,
‘' I'm A Coward Without My Gun ‘'
I'm a hunter to give me my title,
To my hobby I've became a slave,
They've convinced me that courage is vital.
Stalking these beasts is truly an art,
It does take a great deal of skill,
As does the prep a sedative dart,
In case me the animal does kill.
It's not unfair the lion was aware,
The odds against me are stacked,
Whatever you say I really don't care,
There's a risk of me being attacked.
The lion breathes heavy it's him or me,
Don't you dare say the lion is stoned,
For protection from him I must pay a fee,
My talents must be constantly honed.
The lion collapses before I take aim,
I have run him into the ground,
That's my excuse in this sick game,
The drugs will never be found.
As I close in with my armed guards,
I'm convinced we're on an equal footing,
Before I shoot I give my regards,
How else would I kill without shooting?
My trophy is dead I feel relief,
The pressure is incredibly strong,
His wife and cubs are left with the grief,
I'm convinced I've done nothing wrong.
His partner attacks me she's both brutal and cruel,
No ammunition means it's one on one,
The Queen Of The Jungle really does rule,
‘' I'm A Coward Without My Gun ‘'
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`` I`m A Coward Without My Gun ``
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