Head Like A Haunted House

Queens Of The Stone Age

Your head's like a haunted house
A trutti frutti written over the caption
Misdiagnosis with-a the most-est
Cue the evil smile
Desperation can led to madness
De-de-degradation is a must
The A-B-Cs of leprosy

Need a hand take mine
We're subleem, sublime
Fake apologize
Fucks in short supply

Too late, too slick, too young
Bag the gag reflex, spoken tongues
Séance, say what
Say 'man, don't even think about it'
Push the pesticide
Xana-dos and xana-don'ts
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 the days
I reject your displays
I demand satisfaction
Or the knife
To trip 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
Peepin' at your mumbo jumbo
Outta sight, go bump in the night
Screwicide
With posterior so superior
Ain't in a race for second place
Circumstances in my pantses
Cumming for action
Girl, I'll blow your mind
Then you will blow mine
We're subleem, sublime
Goin for a ride

Written by: Josh Homme
Sent by Marcio. Revised by Marcio.
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