BENZO:
Just after midnight,
Outside the gates of town,
While you weren't watching,
The Hunter took you down.
How you were hurtin'
And how that hunter grinned!
One thing was certain:
The Hunter had you pinned . . .
Had you pinned. . .

I was the Hunter -
But I became the Game.
Caught in the shuffle,
I shuddered in my shame.
All the things that I desired
Were given to you instead.
That's why you're hunted -
That's why you're wanted dead.

BENZO:
Wounded and stranded,

MOLLY & JOHN JAMES:
Wounded . . .

BENZO:
Are you the one they seek?

MOLLY & JOHN JAMES:
Stranded . . .

BENZO:
Whom they've demanded

MOLLY & JOHN JAMES:
Wounded . . .

BENZO:
To champion the weak?

MOLLY & JOHN JAMES:
Demanded . . .

BENZO:
How can a beacon
Be shining from a tomb?

MOLLY & JOHN JAMES:
How can it be?

BENZO:
Dude, you are tweakin' !

MOLLY & JOHN JAMES:
Tweakin' . . .

BENZO:
Go back to Mama's womb!
Mama's womb . . .

BENZO, MOLLY & JOHN JAMES:
I was the Hunter!

BENZO:
But I became the Game.
Caught in the shuffle,
I shuddered in my shame.

BENZO, MOLLY & JOHN JAMES:
All the things that I desired
Were given to you instead.

BENZO:
That's why you're hunted -
That's why you're wanted dead!

LOW MEN:
The streets at midnight magnify the Hunted.

ADD LOW WOMEN:
They are among the weirdest of the wanted -

ADD HIGH MEN:
By cops and hookers constantly confronted -

ADD HIGH WOMEN:
You do not want to be among the Hunted.

MOLLY:
Pay close attention
'Cause this street life is not a joke.
There's no prevention
For dreams gone up in smoke.
Ditch the ambition -
It does not serve you well.
In your position
All hopes get shot to hell.

MOLLY:
Shot to hell . . .

ALL:
I was the Hunter!

MOLLY:
But I became the Game.
To the exclusion
Of reasonable shame.
Everything you have to say to me,
I dismiss as a pack of lies.
C'mon why don't you have your way with me.
That's how the Hunted usually dies.

ALL:
The streets at midnight magnify the Hunted.
They are among the weirdest of the wanted.
By cops and hookers constantly confronted,
You do not want to be among the Hunted.
The streets at midnight kill!

WINSTON:
God damn the doctor!
He does not have the cure!
Dodge his prescriptions -
Don't fall for his allure.

Curses on the social worker
Whose game is to trap the free.
Watch me while I shun and shirk her
The social worker
Won't work ME.

ALL:
I was the Hunter!
But I became the Game -
Caught in the turnstile
Of bargain, bust and blame.
Everyone has been remanded
And no one has been set free.
Everybody has been branded
And marked for history.

LOW MEN:
The streets at midnight magnify the Hunted.
They are among the weirdest of the wanted.

ADD LOW WOMEN:
By cops and hookers constantly confronted,
You do not want to be among the Hunted.

ADD HIGH MEN:
The streets at midnight magnify the Hunted.
They are among the weirdest of the wanted.

ADD HIGH WOMEN:
By cops and hookers constantly confronted,
You do not want to be among the Hunted.

EVERYBODY:
The streets at midnight kill!!!

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