Queens of the Stone Age "Head Like A Haunted House" lyrics

Head Like A Haunted House

Your head's like a haunted houseA tutti frutti written over the captionMiss diagnosis a-with-a the mostestCue the evil smileDesperation can led to madnessDe-de-degradation is a mustThe A, B, C's of leprosy

Need a hand? Take mineWe're subleem, sublimeFake apologizeFucks in short supply

Too late, too slick, too youngGag the bag reflex, spoken tonguesSéance, say what?Say man, don't even think about itPush the pest-asideXanadu's and xanadont'sEdumacate me, copulate meA dirty trick and it's making me sick (Urgh!)

(You okay?) I'm fineLet's go! Is my signWe're subleem, sublimeG-g-g-goddamn crime

TonightI'm gonna put up a fightI'm gonna get a reaction that I likeBurn the daysI reject your displaysI demand satisfaction or the knifeTo trick the light fantastic, one takes wire on the shinsPetty disguises worn like skins, a distinction, niceDrink the kool-aid and swallow the pillYou say that you don't and you won't, but you willBusted

Your head's like a haunted housePeeping at your mumbo jumboOutta sight, going bump in the nightScrewacideWith posterier so superiorAin't in the race for second placeCircumstances in my pantsIs calling for actionGirl, I'll blow your mindThen you will blow mineWe're subleem, sublimeGoin' for a ride

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