Cunt Hunt

 

Arms are sometimes shorter than they used to be

I try to reach out for some empathy

You drank champagne with your enemies

I get what is left of your broken glass

 

It's saturday night - It's a cunt hunt

One is a crowd

You are the artist, I'm in pain you paint

It's saturday night - It's a cunt hunt

It's white, made out of rice, distilled twice

 

Tons of footsteps, collectors's items

Cracking ice and melting hearts

Sometimes the crowd is yelling, give you advice (the crowd is wise)

Silence sometimes would be nice

 

It's saturday night - It's a cunt hunt

One is a crowd

You are the artist, I'm in pain you paint

It's saturday night - It's a cunt hunt

One is a crowd

It's white, made out of rice, distilled twice

 

Everything's a reflection of your mood

My teeth are filled - every hour - with your ache

You shine, I drink my wine, you read my mind

One is a crowd, two is a mess - you read my mind

 

It's saturday night - It's a cunt hunt

One is a crowd

You are the artist, I'm in pain you paint

It's saturday night - It's a cunt hunt

One is a crowd

You are an artist

 

It's a cunt hunt

It's a cunt hunt

 

 

©1997 Jarmo Haapamäki (written 10-11 feb 1997)

Performed by The Soul Preachers

 

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