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 --- Head Like a Haunted House - Queens of the Stone Age