Foxcry (Dorm Demo)

He was a hunter boy-boy Born with hunter arm-arms Wringing geese necks On his Papa's farm-farm He was a Mama's boy-boy He meant the woman no harm Slinging pelts over his shoulder But then he couldn't shoot straight-straight Something went wrong He'd kill critters left and right but never pick 'em up-up Hunter boy-boy to a hungry man-man Leaving Momma's love leftover You just love to see a woman suffer When she cries you cup her face and say it's to comfort Come As you slip your hands under your beltline And use her tears to lubricate a good time I can feel those eyes sinking into me You hate it when I sing but you love it when I scream I know why you shoot with your right hand free Shoo, hunter boy, go skip your stones in a tree And we foxes have a common phrase If he can aim, he will shoot so scurry far away But what about hunter boys Boys who play our game Makin' tiny cuts at fur until we're not the same Well We fair foxes learned to grit our teeth If it's screaming but not bleeding, then go back to sleep In these woods, food is scarce, take what you keep Be wary but don't heed a hand that's willing to feed You just love to see a woman suffer When she cries you cup her face and say it's to comfort Come As you slip your hands under your beltline And use her tears to lubricate a good time I can feel those eyes sinking into me You hate it when I sing but you love it when I scream I know why you shoot with your right hand free Shoo, hunter boy, go skip your stones in a tree There once was a hunter boy-boy Taking part in hunter thing-things Getting off to killing foxes 'cause he liked their femme screams And he'd say: it wasn't my fault, fault, fault, was an archer's paradox Please still love me momma, momma, please still love me, momma I didn't mean to kill that fox