I keep kicking at the curb with my worn out shoes
I keep running into strangers that say i know you
I don't want to be a proud man, i just want to be a man
A little less like my father and more like my dad
I want to hunt like david
I want to kill me a giant man
I want to slay my demons
But i've got lots of them, i've got lots of them
I try to keep my conscience clean
I try to keep myself out of your bad dreams
I try to wash my hands for you every night
Lest you find my strangling fingers wrapped around tight
I want to hunt like david
I want to kill me a giant man
I want to slay my demons
But i've got lots of them, i've got lots of them
Writer(s): Noah Daniel Gundersen, Abigail Ann Gundersen
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