Andrew Combs - Ideal Man lyrics

I hunger to be the hunter killing with ease
No conscience to see the difference
In beauty and beast
Steady finger on the trigger flesh in sight
I hunger to be the hunter
With blood in his eyes
With blood in his eyes

I envy the drunken poet
In a fit full of rage mind pried wide open
His heart on the page wasted on the fury
Of wisdom and wine i envy the drunken poet
With blood in his eyes
With blood in his eyes

I'm just a stranger waitin' my turn
To be somebody that's what they told me
If you could only be somebody
Tell me if I can would I be your ideal man?

I covet the coyote flashing his teeth
One mission, one motto a mouth full of meat
Come hell or high-water begging or bite
I covet the coyote with blood in his eyes
With blood in his eyes