Bubble Jungle - Head Hunter Lyrics

I've got forty hands and two sixes of counterfeit whiskey
I decorate the cupboard tops of my grandparents pantry
They wait for me to come home from the valleys of light
I'm in the bushes with a hand-me-down rubber knife, uh
I keep my eyes out for old witches and new bridges to burn
The men up top who secretly teach machines how to learn
They've got a penchant for keyboard robberies and fever fraud
But they can't take my money if I burn it all away
I'm a head, I'm a head hunter
I'm a head, I'm a head hunter
I'm a head, I'm a head hunter
I'm a head, I'm a head hunter
I'm a head, I'm a head hunter
I'm a head, I'm a head hunter
I spend my weekends with my cousins in sunken garages
We drink until we can't see nothing but distant mirages
We perch our bodies upon the filthy milk crates
Sipping devils medicine
The only thing that's worth the wait
We scavenge leftovers from days that haven't left yet
Nothing but crumbs from the ones who made our death beds
For five dollars every year, I take my hush money
And buy some gas to fetch my local bottle depot deposit returns
I'm a head, I'm a head hunter
I'm a head, I'm a head hunter
I'm a head, I'm a head hunter
I'm a head, I'm a head hunter
I'm a head, I'm a head hunter
I'm a head, I'm a head hunter
I'm a head, I'm a head hunter
I'm a head, I'm a head hunter
I'm a head, I'm a head hunter