The Cancer - Hunting Large Cats from Helicopters lyrics

Balancing your face in the presence of others May hold the ship up for a while I'm hunting large cats from a helicopter As water slips off the balcony's sides So if you want to get out clean and go somewhere Need a wooden Jesus there by your side If it's blue or blue you crave You're queuing up at the end of some line I've got nothing on my mind I'm hunting large cats from a helicopter Hunting large cats from a helicopter here While water slips over the balcony's sides Press play on decay Hit me up at the right time I've got nothing on my mind Hunting large cats from a helicopter So if you want to go somewhere get out clean I'm not it Taste the strawberries in your dreams I'm mad Ruin me now I've been ahead all my life Been ahead all my life Call me cancer Call me a slave to things that wither and die I'm rated high or highest number Run a cut off ringer over my lip Tear down the satellite dish Lucky odd little number So if you would like to get out clean and go somewhere Need a wooden Jesus there by your side If it's blue or blue you crave You're queuing up at the end of some line The end of some line So if you'd like to get out clean and go somewhere Need a wooden Jesus there by your side If it's blueberries or pills you crave you're queuing up in the right line