The Weirdest Trophy Songtext
von Gavin Castleton

I landed on your golf course late last night
I camped up in a tree, sharpening my knives and aim
I came to hunt the strangest game
Rest assured, big man
I only wanna bring you fame

And when the sun came up I was primed for the kill
I waited in a sand trap, armed to the gills
But no
You never made it to the second hole

Now I know that we should only hunt the best of a species
And everything about this dude is definitely feces
But none of us have ever seen a skull as thick as his

Let me take that big weight off your shoulders
Let me help you out of all that old loose skin
We can make you something great again
(It′s a rare thing to see)
Now your head could be the most peculiar trophy that I'll ever win


I climbed to the window of your penthouse suite and
Saw you dancing in your bathrobe, hookers at your feet
But no gun
Nothing you could shoot but crack
I try to play by the rule: only kill what could kill you back

But then you walked to the window, dripping in wealth
Were you looking at me or were you staring at yourself?
Who knows
Until you go and drop that robe

Now I know you thought that you were simply humping your reflection
But where I come from that′s a textbook gesture of aggression
You left me with no other choice but to destroy you from the neck down

Let me take that big weight off your shoulders
Let me help you out of all that old loose skin
You'll be more human than you've ever been
Please
Let me take that big weight off your shoulders
Let me help you out of all that old loose skin
We can make you something great again
(It′s a rare thing to see)
Now your head could be the most peculiar trophy that I′ll ever win


I smash through the window
And I knock you on your back
To show you my respects
I disconnect and drop my mask
Then suddenly I lose you in the room without a trace—
You blend into the background with your fire-colored face

Let me take that big weight off your shoulders
Let me help you out of all that old loose skin

I've hunted everything from Xenomorphs to Carl Weathers
Special Forces, Tarzan, fuckers with their shit together
No one ever pulled a spineless stunt like this before
Cowardice on par with Killers in the Three World War

By the time I get my mask back on this gorgeous face
The Orange One is gone and I′ve become a big disgrace
I don't care who you are back in the world
You ghost me again... I′ll bleed you... real quiet