| [Verse 1] | |
| Under the hammer | |
| A celebration of childhood | |
| An impeding stammer | |
| Words alone matter | |
| When visual sense fails | |
| Estimates broken | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Shooting through the shooting forests | |
| On the move and in the hunt | |
| Free to catch fresh scents | |
| The dog flanks | |
| Mend your ways but split your ends | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Tiny terror | |
| Orange fly weight | |
| Box above don't hit below | |
| Speeding through the ever | |
| Changing seasons | |
| Come, and people go | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Instrumental] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| A trawler captain | |
| Scoops the loot | |
| As prices shoot | |
| Purple panther | |
| Pulls the shades | |
| And draws my fire | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Outro] | |
| Mend your ways but split your | |
| Mend your ways but split your | |
| Mend your ways but split your | |
| Mend your ways but split your | |
| Mend your ways but split your | |
| Mend your ways but split your | |
| Mend your ways but split your | |
| Mend your ways but split your | |
| Ends |