Songtexte Flash Pan Hunter - Tom Waits
                                                The 
                                                flash 
                                                pan 
                                                hunter 
                                                sways 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                wind
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                rifle 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                sound 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                morning
 
                                    
                                
                                                Each 
                                                sulfurous 
                                                bullet 
                                                way 
                                                have 
                                                it's 
                                                own 
                                                wit
 
                                    
                                
                                                Each 
                                                cartridge 
                                                comes 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                warning
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beware 
                                                of 
                                                elaborate 
                                                telescopic 
                                                meats
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                will 
                                                find 
                                                their 
                                                way 
                                                back 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                forest
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                Wilhelm 
                                                can't 
                                                wait
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                be 
                                                Peg 
                                                Leg's 
                                                crown
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                briar 
                                                is 
                                                strangling
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                rose 
                                                back 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                back 
                                                shall 
                                                be 
                                                my 
                                                slender 
                                                new 
                                                branch
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                will 
                                                sway 
                                                and 
                                                bend 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                breeze
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                devil 
                                                does 
                                                his 
                                                polka
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wit 
                                                ha 
                                                hatchet 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                hand
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                    a 
                                                sniper 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                branches 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                trees
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                vulture 
                                                flutters 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                snake 
                                                sheds 
                                                his 
                                                dove
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wilhelm's 
                                                cutting 
                                                off 
                                                his 
                                                fingers
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                they'll 
                                                fit 
                                                into 
                                                his 
                                                glove
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                Wilhelm 
                                                can't 
                                                wait
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                be 
                                                Peg 
                                                Leg's 
                                                crown
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                briar 
                                                is 
                                                strangling
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                rose 
                                                back 
                                                down
 
                                    
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