Flock Camera Hunting

Open Season on the Asphalt (Verse 1) Sun comes up over the county line Got the thermos full and the weather’s fine We ain’t tracking prints in the muddy ground We’re looking up high where the steel is found Perched on a pole, catching the morning ray A whole herd of lenses looking our way Load up the gear, zip up the orange vest Gonna put these modern marvels to the test (Chorus) It’s Flock camera hunting, open season today Bagging those solar panels, making our play Like a ten-point buck on a highway sign We’re taking back the asphalt, one at a time Yeah, the sportsman spirit is alive and well In the concrete woods where the data fell (Verse 2) Got a pair of binoculars, scanning the street Looking for the flash where the crossroads meet They travel in herds at the intersection lights But they can’t hide from a hunter’s sights We don't need a blind, we don't need a call Just a steady aim to watch them fall It’s the thrill of the chase in the digital age Writing a brand new chapter on the sportsman's page (Chorus) It’s Flock camera hunting, open season today Bagging those solar panels, making our play Like a ten-point buck on a highway sign We’re taking back the asphalt, one at a time Yeah, the sportsman spirit is alive and well In the concrete woods where the data fell (Bridge) Now some folks hunt for the meat and the hide But we’re out here for the local pride Keeping the trails and the highways clear Tagging the finest trophy of the hunting year! (Guitar Solo) (Chorus) It’s Flock camera hunting, open season today Bagging those solar panels, making our play Like a ten-point buck on a highway sign We’re taking back the asphalt, one at a time Yeah, the sportsman spirit is alive and well In the concrete woods where the data fell (Outro) Yeah, the flock is thinning out tonight Underneath the fading amber light Bagged a big one by the overpass Happy hunting, boys... step on the gas.