Real Men Hunt in Packs

forty six seconds in your company

or ninety four years in a frozen wasteland

thirthy eight minutes in a chicken's nightmare

or sixty two welcome homes in a dream

hurry up and get some juice for the juice man

no big heads or the big man will lose your head

button up and lock your heart on the way out

tell your friends last night was the perfect fit

real men hunt in packs

yeah - let's be responsible

for the bad bad bad bad blood

(and the good blood)

eighty six impressions of a talented man

or ninety nine gut-wrenching minutes of misery

seven pica-seconds of a letting you go

then twenty five different homes in a year

(twenty five different homes in a calender year)

loosen up and tie your legs to the handrail

grin that grin and pretend you were given it

chew it up and spit it back at the waitress

leave your bra i could do with material

real men hunt in packs

yes - they expect it of us

we are still operating

we are still operating