Hunting Large Cats from Helicopters

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 balcony 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've got nothing on my mind
I've got nothing on my mind
I'm hunting large cats from a helicopter

Hunting large cats from a helicopter
While water slips over the balcony sides
Press play on decay
Hit me up at the right time

I've got nothing on my mind
I've got nothing on my mind
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
Rue me now, I've been ahead all my life
I've 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 finger
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
And if it's blue or blue you crave
You're queuing up at the end of some line
At 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
And if it's blueberries or pills you crave
You're queuing up in the right line