I?m an alien from outer space (Outer space) I?m a cyber girl without a face a heart or a mind (A product of the man, I?m a product of the man) Ci ci ci
hell again I'm the hunted child I'm the hunted child I'm the hunted child The hunted child I'm the hunted child I'm the hunted child
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Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy, Billy Hunt Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt, Billy, Billy, Billy Billy Hunt, Billy Hunt
Cause boy I'm on the hunt for you [Chorus] Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Cause boy I'm on the hunt for you Where
on the hunt for you [*chorus*] Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? cuz boy im on the hunt for you Where you
Touch me, how can it be? Believe me the sun always shines on TV Hold me close to your heart Touch me and give all your love to me, to me I reached inside
We're talking away I don't know what I'm to say, I'll say it anyway Today's another day to find you shying away I'll be coming for your love, okay? Take
[Chorus: Z-Ro] Catch me ridin' on them numbers Either four, five or six hundred Top down, lookin' for a head hunter If it's in a mob, she can't be my
hunter The hunter and the hunted They hunt for food, they hunt for fun The hunter and the hunted They hunt to see, the hunted run The hunter and the hunted
Well, I'm headin' down a southern trail I'm goin' chicken huntin' Choppin' redneck chicken necks, I ain't sayin' nothin' To the hillbilly, stick my barrel
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson The night is black Without a moon The air is thick, and still The vigilantes gather on The
. And the demons are here. See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil. Oh no. The structure falls. As the spell has been broken. Now the hunt begins.
hunt I know who you are baby And I know what they call you girl I'll never put you down baby See I'm just like you, baby I'm on a hunt Oh baby I'm
my head You burn my heart You break my neck You're hunting me! I'm angry - can you feel me? I'm hungry - for the truth! I'm hunted - like a madman I
deserves a new type of hunting song which I present herewi Br I always will remember, 'twas a year ago november, I went out to hunt some deer On a mornin
