Queens of the Stone Age - Head Like a Haunted House

Your head's like a haunted house
A trutti frutti written over the caption
A 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 supreme, sublime
Fake apologize
Fucks in short supply

Too late, too sick, too young
Catgut-like reflex of the tongue
Say 'ahh', say what
Say 'man, don't even think about it'
Push the pesticide
Xana-dos and xana-don'ts
Let you mock and then copulate me
a dirty trick and it's making me sick (Urgh!)

(You okay?) I'm fine
Laughter is my friend
We're supreme, sublime
G-g-g-goddamn cry

Tonight
I'm gonna put up a fight
I'm gonna get a reaction that I'm right
From the day
Slap my dick in his face
I demand satisfaction
For the night
To trick them all because of which is why I'm ashamed
Petty disguises more like skins, a distinction, vice
Drink the kool-aid
And swallow the pills
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
I'm a psycho, go bump in the night
Suicide
Make my cereal so superior
And in a race for second place
Circumstances in my pants
Is calling for action
Girl, I'll blow your mind
When you with your man
We're supreme, sublime
You know I polarize

Written by:
Dean Anthony Fertita, Joshua Michael Homme, Michael Jay Shuman, Troy Dean Van Leeuwen

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Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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