Head Rot

Don't you tell me that my baby is gone
Don't you tell me that my baby is gone
He left me standing here all alone
Come on, come on

Baby, baby won't you come back home
Baby, baby won't you come back home
To your skeleton with a microphone
Come on, come on

Yes, I've bled before, but not like this
Tell you what I've got
Honey, I've got

Head rot
I've got head rot

Tell me baby, is she better than me?
She keep you real good company?
Tell me has she met your family?
Come on, come on

I think I need a drink of turpentine
I think I need a drink of turpentine
To keep me hanging here on the line
Come on, come on

Yes, I've bled before, but not like this
Tell you what I've got
Honey, I've got

Head rot
I've got head rot

Sometimes, I can't help feeling like
Sometimes, I can't help feeling like
Sometimes, I can't help feeling like
I'm feeling like
I'm feeling like
I love cherry balls better than I love myself
I love cherry balls better than I love myself
If you don't love me, you won't love nobody else
She like a spider hanging from the wall
Just like a spider hang me from the wall
Skinny long legs watching them all

Head rot
I've got head rot
I've got head rot