When I saw you die the death
Whilst beating animal
I ran to approach the poachers' nest
To strip them of their epaulet
You really are 
The maddest beat
I've ever seen before
Three hundred pounds rapped in my cave
We going to an island
I popped you off with trophy bones
And bridged you on the peak
We stayed to watch the ships come in
And drank to when the chase felt good
I really could not leave him there
They put him through the mill
I rode back home to tell my friends
The moon you makes the whine taste sweet