| Song | The Fox |
| Artist | Beggars Opera |
| Album | Waters of Change |
| The Fox: | |
| Right behind me as I rush across the meadow | |
| Hungry hounds are getting closer all the time | |
| I can hear the sound of horses on the gallop | |
| Don't they know that in gods eyes it is a crime | |
| City gents turn on their horses to go faster | |
| [....] has now become a battle cry | |
| Why, I am tired and my legs are growing weaker | |
| Could it be that I can see death going by | |
| At last I have found peace | |
| Alone in the dark | |
| But how long can I stay here | |
| For I hear them's bark | |
| Breaking from cover now | |
| Hearing the trumpet sound | |
| Hey | |
| Hissing and panting now | |
| Fleeing across the ground | |
| Hey | |
| Dogs coming closer now | |
| Knowing the time has come | |
| Hey | |
| Snarling and snapping, run | |
| Senses becoming numb | |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey | |
| Ahh… | |
| The Hunters: | |
| Gather round and see the fun | |
| Come and see what we have done | |
| Today's the day we've won our prize | |
| We cut the fox right down to size | |
| We got its brush, and leave its head | |
| Perhaps to make a little more | |
| We've got the rush and lots of laughs | |
| And smear our faces in its blood | |
| We go back and drink our fill | |
| We meet again for another kill | |
| We chase the fox right out of breath | |
| And smell again the fear of death |
| The Fox: | |
| Right behind me as I rush across the meadow | |
| Hungry hounds are getting closer all the time | |
| I can hear the sound of horses on the gallop | |
| Don' t they know that in gods eyes it is a crime | |
| City gents turn on their horses to go faster | |
| .... has now become a battle cry | |
| Why, I am tired and my legs are growing weaker | |
| Could it be that I can see death going by | |
| At last I have found peace | |
| Alone in the dark | |
| But how long can I stay here | |
| For I hear them' s bark | |
| Breaking from cover now | |
| Hearing the trumpet sound | |
| Hey | |
| Hissing and panting now | |
| Fleeing across the ground | |
| Hey | |
| Dogs coming closer now | |
| Knowing the time has come | |
| Hey | |
| Snarling and snapping, run | |
| Senses becoming numb | |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey | |
| Ahh | |
| The Hunters: | |
| Gather round and see the fun | |
| Come and see what we have done | |
| Today' s the day we' ve won our prize | |
| We cut the fox right down to size | |
| We got its brush, and leave its head | |
| Perhaps to make a little more | |
| We' ve got the rush and lots of laughs | |
| And smear our faces in its blood | |
| We go back and drink our fill | |
| We meet again for another kill | |
| We chase the fox right out of breath | |
| And smell again the fear of death |