when I was a boy, at the cold blue lake my daddy pulled out a fish I watched it flop and shake started slowin down, til it barely moved I stood ten feet back and stared til it was through I felt it way down inside I felt it way down inside shook a pheasant from a tree when I saw that bird come out I knew the time had come for me she started movin for the clear blue sky I aimed quick, let the bullet fly I saw it goin right at her, pass her by as I watched bird fly away I dropped my gun and cried I felt it way down inside I felt it way down inside we got a deer laid him in his tracks about fifteen mile from the hunting shack when we walked up, he was still alive I had to cut his throat with my grandfather’s knife I slit his belly, his gentle form had to reach my hand inside it was soft and warm I pulled out his heart, took a bite as it went down my throat I felt that animal fight I felt it way down inside I felt it way down inside NOTE: also known as From Good Homes - "Way Down Inside"