Lyrics

You take my third eye My magical cone of bone What you don't have by right You steal Beauty loses When the big game hunter chooses To mount it on a plaque It cannot be glued back It's on a plaque in his den And you're drinking cognac when His associates come in "Oh, I say, how did you acquire that unicorn horn" The big game hunter says: "It was force, my new shoo-in By a well-paid subordinate game hunter I did not kill the animal So no harm done" (no harm done) "But did she, did she try to run" "Oh, to be sure. But I put a lure in a trap She kеpt coming back... ...They say it doesn't hurt the animal" But now look at mе I ride a pathetic and broken down pony With a gorey wound on my face Was useless to think that I could have been Swifter, smarter, more clever For I could not have escaped