Hunting Shooting Fishing

I ride a mare with a neck of steel

I pack a spare with a loaded wheel

Shoes and tie made of rhino hide

I keep an eye on the countryside

I'm hunting - shooting - fishing

Ahead of the pack

I keep an eye over my shoulder

But i never look back

I carry cash buried in my boot

I spit on thrash that i pass en route

I pay each fine with a mental note

I sign no line and decline to vote

I'm hunting - shooting - fishing

Ahead of the pack

I keep an eye over my shoulder

But i never look back

I never look back

I keep no files and no fixed abode

I eat up miles on a twisted road

I fight the sky with a lightning rod

I'm riding high by the grace of god

I know the names of the men and dives

I've heard the claims of their tortured wives

I've searched for clues caught 'em in the act

They've blown a fuse when i've made contact

I'm hunting - shooting - fishing

Ahead of the pack

I keep an eye over my shoulder

But i never look back

I never look back

I never look back

I never look back