Head Like A Haunted House - Queens of the Stone Age

Your head’s like a haunted house

A tutti frutti written over the caption

Miss diagnosis a-with-a the mostest

Cue the evil smile

Desperation can lead to madness

De-de-degradation is a must

The A, B, C’s of leprosy

Need a hand?

Take mine

We’re subleem, sublime

Fake apologize

Fucks in short supply

Too late, too slick, too young

Gag the bag reflex, spoken tongues

Séance, say what?

Say man, don’t even think about it

Push the pest-aside

Xanadu’s and xanadont’s

Edumacate me, copulate me

A dirty trick and it’s making me sick (Urgh!)

(You okay?) I’m fine

Let’s go!

Is my sign

We’re subleem, sublime

G-g-g-goddamn crime

Tonight

I’m gonna put up a fight

I’m gonna get a reaction that I like

Burn today

I reject your displays

I demand satisfaction or the knife

To trick the light fantastic, one takes wire on the shins

Petty disguises worn like skins, a distinction, nice

Drink the kool-aid and swallow the pill

You say that you don’t and you won’t, but you will

Busted

Your head’s like a haunted house

Peeping at your mumbo jumbo

Outta sight, going bump in the night

Suicide

With posterier so superior

Ain’t in the race for second place

Circumstances in my pants

Is calling for action

Girl, I’ll blow your mind

Then you will blow mine

We’re subleem, sublime

Goin' for a ride