Do I weird you out?
A crossbow's in my hand with an arrow out
And you say how considerate
I didn't quite attack everything today
Didn't mean to squeeze the trigger you see
There's no safety catch

There I go in camouflage M16 in my hands
Call for a restraining order
It's likely you will probably try to disarm me at some point
If only you could shoot the shooter

But all I really hunt are small targets
Some things that simply won't fight back
And all I really hunt are vegetables
Don't hi-i-ide

Do I creep you out?
You just slowly walk past this bush and I will jump out
You've fallen in to my strategic ambush
I'm a stealth bomber
I like to you sneak on you and blow you out
I have developed a tendency

And you're frightened to 11 on a scale up to 10
If only I could keep you quiet
And now you're waving your arms running screaming out of range
You kind of lack good target qualities
Yeah

And what I wouldn't give
For a hand grenade
A way to hunt some more wildlife
And what I wouldn't shoot for a black rabbit
The skin

Enough about me
Let's move the crosshairs to the object
Enough about you
Please just stand still for a while
The aiming
Hurting prowess
Lack of trusting you have in my skills
All the time
All the time

Why are you so petrified of bullets?
Here can you handle this?
And what about the mortars, rockets, and mines
Lying right beneath your big feet
Waiting for you to take a step forward

All you need now is a blindfold and maybe some earmuffs
It's real easier when you're handicapped
As I quickly shut this virtual simulation right down
Your pants are noticeably browner

And all you really want
Is to leave now
But let's arrange this again soon
Everything I hunt
Is inanimate
Unali-i-ive

And all I really hunt
Ok, rabbits
An occasional snow leopard
But all I really want
An ocelot
Their hi-i-ide

Cause all I really hunt are animals
Are we fading now or do I keep mumbling
And all I really hunt