Ivory

Going down to meet my kill

See if i can fill my bag

Gotta keep em off my trail

I ain't gonna wave that flag

Got a taste for finer things

Shotgun shell and bones

As long as the money keeps flowing

We'll never leave them alone

Cut em up and put em in boxes

Ship em off to the east

You can try as hard as you want

But you'll never kill the

Beast

You'll never kill the beast

Going down to meet my kill

See if i can fill my bag

Gotta keep em off my trail

I ain't gonna wave that flag

Everyday i go out killing

To see what i can bring back

To fill each and every one

Of my sacks

The one for the money and feeding

The one for the pleasure and pain

The one that keeps me going

The one that feeds my

Game

The one that feeds my game

Going down to meet my kill

See if i can fill my bag

Gotta keep em off my trail

I ain't gonna wave that flag

Got a nice hunk of ivory

Holding it it feels just right

Boy it makes me feel so pretty

God damn it makes me feel so nice

Knowing all about the murder

Thinking all about the price

Boy i love this old evil

For such a small device