OPEN SEASON.

And he likes his life

But it’s sad a little much

He stares at the mirror

And he knows he’s out of touch.

So he gives a wink

It don’t matter what he thinks

It’s another day

With nothing much to say.

The cruel deception

Life has its twists and turns

It’s playing Navarro

But playing without the guns.

It’s a let me go

And nothing’s left to show

It’s a do or die

There’s nothing more to lie.

He’s a wounded figure

Another one has lost

There’s many like him

That cannot pay the cost.

Never known a reason

It’s open season

One more fool believing

It’s open season.