Night of the Hunter

It's the night of the hunter

It's the night of the long knives

It's the night of the hunter

And you can justify all you like

Sleep tight, this snowy night

For spring, you will never see again

Say goodbye to your awful wives

Bid farewell to your awful friends

I'm twenty steps from the jugular

I'm twenty steps from the death

I'm twenty steps from the funeral

I'm twenty steps from your last breath

The shadow falls on the abbatoir gates

As you leave with the stench on your hands

I am here with a cigarette bait

I am here to asphyxiate

It's the night of the hunter

It's the night of the long knives

It's the night of the hunter

And you can justify all you like

The laugh you spew on this landscape

As you erase it of the gentle hare

Will be your last on this landscape

Will be your last anywhere

Matador, bear baiter,

Butcher, hare courser

Value your life while you can