Besedila: Tribe After Tribe. Come To See You Fall.

Go tell the worker bees
tell them not to sting me
i'm just a hunter
who'll steal their honey

whoa, i've come to see you fall
whoa, i've come to see you fall

go tell the mother hen
sits on her brood
i am just a hunter
come to kill for food

you, tell me, i'll sit here quietly
you, tell me, i'll sit here quietly
whoa, i've come to see you fall
whoa, i've come to see you fall

sunrise to dawn
tell the trees
that the birds are sitting on
my mind's dis eased
ravaged by small pick up vans
go tell the mother dove
not to dare the fleet of falcons
while looking for her food
if she loves her fledglings

whoa, i've come to see you fall...