Head Like A Haunted House – Queens Of The Stone Age
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Your head’s like a haunted house A tutti frutti written over the caption Miss diagnosis a-with-a the mostest Cue the evil smile Desperation can lead to madness De-de-degradation is a must The A, B, C’s of leprosy
Need a hand? Take mine We’re subleem, sublime Fake apologize Fucks in short supply
Too late, too slick, too young Gag the bag reflex, spoken tongues Séance, say what? Say man, don’t even think about it Push the pest-aside Xanadu’s and xanadont’s Edumacate me, copulate me A dirty trick and it’s making me sick (Urgh!)
(You okay?) I’m fine Let’s go! Is my sign We’re subleem, sublime G-g-g-goddamn crime
Tonight I’m gonna put up a fight I’m gonna get a reaction that I like Burn today I reject your displays I demand satisfaction or the knife To trick the light fantastic, one takes wire on the shins Petty disguises worn like skins, a distinction, nice Drink the kool-aid and swallow the pill You say that you don’t and you won’t, but you will Busted
Your head’s like a haunted house Peeping at your mumbo jumbo Outta sight, going bump in the night Suicide With posterier so superior Ain’t in the race for second place Circumstances in my pants Is calling for action Girl, I’ll blow your mind Then you will blow mine We’re subleem, sublime Goin’ for a ride