Queens Of The Stone Age - How To Handle A Rope

How To Handle A Rope

Too late to think and filter anymore
A bitter pi will to swallow...maybe youre
In a blanket haze of Ephedrine
Imwondering where the hell you been
So come on and right this wrong
Youve got it all right
Youve got a feelin
Id rather open up my wrists - let it go
Youve got it all right
Youve gotta feelin
There is devils and ropes around your neck
Cursing them all
And you can not hear it...can not hear it
Aint got a mind to deal with anymore
Sabateur, infiltrator and maybe more
If you are not blind and dead
Then how can we pollute your head?
So come on and right this wrong
I got it all right
I gotta feelin
Youd rather open up your wrists - let it go
I got it all right
Yeah I got a feelin
There is devils and ropes around my neck
can not even know
Cause I can not hear it
can not hear it (3x)