Haunted Head

I'm up at six I get a slice of bread, I cut a hole in it I crack a little egg into a frying pan And I try to get my mind turned off I'm naked now Because it doesn't really matter when the shades are down I was born this way, I'll die this way I don't know how I'm ever gonna tell myself the truth I live alone A house without a heart is not a home I think I may destroy these things I own I'm going back, way back to black and red Inside my haunted head I get the prayer shawl on I wrap myself in something that is way beyond Anything my mind can get its dirty fingers on I'm going through the motions like a champ I take these aimless drives From two a.M. To four, I live these secret lives Identities that all die off, not one survives By morning there's nobody at the wheel I'm out on Lake Street now I'm coming to a red light but there's no one around The law sits on my shoulder and it weighs me down It's talking in a language long since dead Inside my haunted head Gentlemen I'm having too much fun My arms around the toilet like a long-lost chum I'm kneeling at the throne, I'm stricken deaf and dumb I'm learning what it means to really pray Tried to get cute with pain I thought I could avoid it, thought I knew the game But just when you get the hang of it, the rules all change And you're doing time for crimes that don't exist So I sit and wait 'Til I can finally see the sense it makes I know this sick world's bound to be explained So I'm hanging on if only by a thread Inside my haunted head --- Haunted Head - Ezra Furman