Haunted Head - Ezra Furman

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