Great American Sportsman by Pist
Great American Sportsman lyrics
Here comes the Great American Sportsman
With camoflage and a gun
Here comes the Great American Coward
If the odds were evened up, I bet you�d fuckin� run
This ain�t no sport cause the deck is stacked against
the prey
You�re armed to the teeth, and they can only run away
You�re a tough guy hunter, a real fuckin� man
If you are so tough, why don�t you hunt with your bare
hands
Here comes the Great American Sportsman
A member of the NRA
Here comes the Great American Coward
Hiding in the bushes, so you can sneak up on your prey
Now you�ve jacked a buck and you can kick back with a
beer
Drowning all your sorrows, keep on running from your
fear
Finish off a six-pack and your feeling brave again
Go brag about your murder to all your loser friends
I want to see a hunter caught in a leg-hold trap
I want to see a hunter with an arrow in his back
I want to see a hunter with a hook right through his
cheek
I want to see a hunter carved up like a piece of meat
I want to see a hunter�s body, strapped to the hood of
a car
I want to see a hunter�s bravery when he is unarmed
I want to see a hunter wounded and on the run
I want to see a hunter through the sites of a gun�
Here comes the Great American Sportsman
Who I wouldn�t mind seeing dead
Here comes the Great American Coward
I hope another hunter shoots you in the head
You carry a weapon to mask the weakness that you feel
And your predatory stance mirrors the American ideal
When the odds are in your favor, you go on the attack
I�ll bet you wouldn�t venture in the woods if the
animals shot back
Shoot back
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