David Noah Gundersen

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 k-k-k-keep my conscience clean
I try to k-k-k-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

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