There's a hole
in my head tonight
like a flaw, a whisper from on high
it's cold and it's heavy
stains me whole red and silvery
Oooh, sending back, ooh
(From the back of my head to my knuckles)
There's a school that I never went to
I could have learned maybe a trick or two
but it was cold and it was heavy
with faces bold and drunk with misery
Oooh, sending back, ooh
(From the back of my head to my knuckles)
There's the sun right in your eyes
and the seizure of your smiles
if you ever feel at home
you'll be the fiend, I'll be the hustler
you'll be the queen I'll be the hunter
like a ship caught in a storm....
You'll be the fiend, I'll be the hustler
You'll be the queen I'll be the hunter
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