Hunters

Hunters moon, killers moon
The hunter draws his bow and releases
The arrow is bloodied
The buffalo falls, and the tribe eats

Hunters moon, killers moon
The hunter raises his rifle and fires
The bullet penetrates
The buck falls, and the head is mounted

Hunters moon, killers moon
The soldier illuminates the building
The bomb drops
The house explodes and the bodies are counted

Hunters moon, killers moon
The official raises his pen
The oil flows
Blood money erases a thousand years of culture

Hunters moon, killers moon
The people tune in
The words mask the truth
The people tune out as lies perpetuate innocence