Canned Hunt

Written By: Mike Viola
Mike Viola Involvement: Writer, Producer, Performer
 
 

Lyrics


Jackie could eat that ice cream cone
She swallows so fast, he followed her home
Bad bad boy
There's a wife somewhere that you employ 
With a steel plate in the back of her head
Something 'bout a hunting accident
Watch her squirm
Like a cat in a brook or a hook through a worm 

Trapped inside a car trunk
Carry me home dead drunk 
Set up for the canned hunt
If cowardice is blind 
I only see the strong surviving
With needles in their eyes 

Caught inside a rifle scope
An innocent target slightly doped 
Running free
In the town of your choice, imprisoned you hope
A gerbil in a tank on a treadmill
Yesterday's news lining his cell
Watch him run
He's headed to the planet third from the sun

Trapped inside a car trunk
Carry me home dead drunk 
Set up for the canned hunt
If cowardice is blind 
I only see the strong surviving
With needles in their eyes
 
Needles in their eyes 

The leopard in a cage doesn't have a chance
Someone in gym class stole her pants
Aim your gun, it's the thrill of the kill
At last, you hit one
You can't lose in a steroid rage
Watch him get pissed when you rattle his cage
I'll feel fine when my fist hits your face in the back of my mind
I'll feel fine when my fist hits your face in the back of my mind

You hunt in a conical cap and bell
Shooting at the shadows, walking into wells
Come up dry
Even with a garter strapped to her thigh
Jesus weaps above her bed
when Jackie bleeds she calls it her friend 
Shots were heard
All around the world, the clicking of your spurs

Trapped inside a car trunk
Carry me home dead drunk 
Set up for the canned hunt
If cowardice is blind 
I only see the strong surviving
With needles in their eyes

Trapped inside a car trunk
Carry me home dead drunk 
Set up for the canned hunt
If cowardice is blind 
I only see the strong surviving
With needles in their eyes

Trapped inside