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• Artiste: Ezra Furman
• Titre: Haunted Head
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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 the 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 in 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