Текст песни Ideal Man - Andrew Combs

I hunger to be the hunter
Killing with ease
No conscience to see the difference
In beauty and beast

Steady finger on the trigger
Flesh in sight
I hunger to be the hunter
With blood in his eyes
With blood in his eyes

I envy the drunken poet
In a fit full of rage
Mind pried wide open
His heart on the page
Wasted on the fury
Of wisdom and wine
I envy the drunken poet
With blood in his eyes
With blood in his eyes

I'm just a stranger
Waitin' my turn
To be somebody
That's what they told me
If you could only
Be somebody
Tell me if I can...
Would I be your ideal man?

I covet the coyote
Flashing his teeth
One mission, one motto
A mouth full of meat
Come hell or high-water
Begging or bite
I covet the coyote
With blood in his eyes
With blood in his eyes...
With blood in his eyes