last of the big game hunters lyrics – barstool prophets

i have heard dandelions
roaring out in my backyard.
a direct approach is dangerous
until you’re sure they’ve dropped their guard.
you’d be better off to wait
until the brutes go for the bait
and when they can’t antic*p*te
is when you pounce and break their necks.
sure, some call me insane…
but danger is my middle name.
i have spied tiger-spiders
on the prowl along my fence.
but the speed at which they travel
makes a chase much too intense.
so you set your traps with care,
scattering them here and there,
hoping for a leg to snare
(and with eight, the odds are in your favour.)
watch out they can maim
even with a leg left lame.
sure, some call me insane…
but danger is my middle name.
there is one great adversary
that consumes my thoughts foremost.
you see, a dragonfly breathes fire,
so it’s not safe to get too close.
but it’s hard to be aware
of them appearing from nowhere
as they swoop down through the air.
i might just need a rocket-launcher.
not even scalding flame
could make me shake my aim.
sure, some call me insane…
but danger is my middle name.

/ barstool prophets lyrics