Hunter

Church

Smoke

Hunter

A silver lamp-lit sign

Flashes in the rain

Inside the taxi

That takes me to my plane

And the party's over

With a head that throbs

It's none of my business you see

I'm just doing my job

I'm gonna track you down

I'm gonna catch your scent

I'm gonna spring your trap

I'm gonna track you down

You were last seen leaving Tony's Bar

With a dark suspicious man

And some intoxicated woman

'Cause your wife doesn't understand

A carnation in your buttonhole

Greed inside your veins

Smooth threats and promises

Hotel rooms and chains

Closing in that snow and musk

Leave you high and dry

First you're gonna see her

Then you're gonna cry