Pet Weapon - Trophy Hunter Lyrics

Your simple dead pout
You owe a debt to all humanity
Simper - babble 'bout: "just stuff"
Making a show of your inanity

My migraine - I'm gonna chain you to the sun
The main frame is every mouth full of a gun

We're such a clusterf*ck
Press our frustrations on each other
Then can't comprehend the bad vibes
And run off crying to our momma

You sure do love yourself
The same look in every picture
A bloated - howling face
A common-senseless contradictor

When your dirty work is done
You strut in grand display
When your mischief has been managed
You re:deform the clay

The Will"s a pawn
You shit upon our daily bread
Dread-spitter
Go-getter
F*ckwit!

Bloviate the headache
Away with diatribe
Hopelessness and heartache
Our morsels to imbibe