Hunted - Samson

I’m the lion, king of the jungle

Following my food home

Hunting around for some real life

Don’t want to know where any fool knows

Nobody understands me

Don’t talk to me I can’t see

You’re nailing my brain to a tree

Why can’t you just let me be

If I wrote these words on paper

You would strangle them in your hands

Then sail on in your burning boats

Into you promised land