chased him through the fields They could chase him forever But the fox would not yield And some saw her shadow On the crest of a hill And the hounds
time This is war, ready, aim, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire Sweep concentration camps with blood hounds Night lamps lurking in the cold and damp fox
ground His knuckles white his eyes alight He slams the hatch on the deadly night A cunning fox in the chickens lair A hound of hell and the devil don'
again No breaks on the inside Paper cats and burning barns There's a fox among the chickens And a killer in the hounds Questions are a burden And answers
took all the love that a poor boy could give her And left me to die like the fox on the run Like the fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the run Everybody
the love that a poor boy could give her And left me to die like a fox on the run Like a fox (like a fox, like a fox, like a fox) on the run Everybody
me bitch And like a hound on a fox hoe I'm on your scent You fuckin skunk Some sugar and some chocolate thai skunk These niggas step up and get hung like
took all the love that a poor boy could give her And left me to die like the fox on the run. Like the fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the run.
to tell you about an old bunch of fox hounds I got Ole Ring, an Ole Tige and Ole Rover And when we start out across them Georgia hills a-huntin? And
When you're the best of friends Having so much fun together You're not even aware, you're such a funny pair You're the best of friends Life's a happy
sleeping comfortably and warm Out in the fields and pastures it's another new day too One without the war and hatred that is known by me and you A shriek
have to grovel on the ground And be pretty disgusting to find it at all And I suppose that it grows on you Standing there with no clothes on And I suppose
a fox hole And everyone is still on the run And who is the master of fox hounds? And who says the hunt has begun? And who calls the tune in the courtroom? And
will tell to you, concerning of a fox Near royston woods and mountains high and over stony rocks Bold Reynard, being in his hole and hearing of these hounds
close behind We'll follow his dreams and we'll stroll in his mind Dream, dream John's in the garden all green With uniforms round him, the hound and the fox
of what might be Hiding in the dark and hiding on the street, and of what was following me The hounds of love are calling I've always been a coward, and
a united kin Snakes say hello to the rats on the ground In the meadows play merrily the fox and the hound Trilobite and Anymalocharis The prey and the
Hey, you were good at playing the fox, girl When I was good, you threw me a bone But I ain't playing hound for nobody Girl, just wait till I get you home