Lyrics:

Hunter

Do you think we can work it on out?
Change the whole proposition about?
I'm in no position for an act of sedition
But I really love to scream and shout
Half a loaf is better than a kick in the knee
Is there gonna be some tea
Or just more sympathy?
I really got a pumper on the line this time
It’s mine, mine, mine
I ran to the king of creation
I told him: save a bit for me
The way things look I could have written the book
You know I can hardly read
Sally does your dog bite? no, no, no
Keep him on a choke chain, reel him out slow
Got a little place, call it my own
It never really was a home
Went to the college of evil
The smoke nearly drove me away
I'd go crazy if I wasn’t so lazy
What more can I say?
The white-face lydian judge
Won’t you give a little one-two-three
Him down on the corner
Singing 'little jack horner'
But you gotta let the gravy be
A whole loaf is better than a kick in the head
If you tell me what you mean
I'll tell you what I said
I sent you for jelly, you come back with jam
Who exactly do you think I am?