Lyrics The Dear Hunter

The Dear Hunter

Economics

Your words they tell like teeth through the rotten show

You say the moneys on the table

The moneys on the table

Well I don't think I'll be able to fetch the cash this time

No this time I think I'll walk away

Then I just might to be able I might be able

Think I might be able to respect myself this time

Because its part of me its economics

I do it well enough to get by I don't even have to try

Its not my whole life you are buying with every copper coin

No my friend I'm not for sale anymore

No this time I think I'll walk away

Then I just might to be able I might be able

Think I might be able to respect myself this time

Because its part of me its economics

I do it well enough to get by I don't even have to try

Its not my whole life you are buying with every copper coin

No my friend I'm not for sale anymore