Eyes in the Back of My Head
In the back of my car
I see the face that you make
You say were driving too fast
Ain't no room for mistake
I think the drugs are kicking in
I think you think it too
If I drove off a cliff
You wouldn't mind the view
You drive me stir crazy
Yeah I'd kill a cop for you
I drank, I robbed, I fucked my shrink
I think that much is true
If you went to my home
Would you walk through the door?
If you went to my room
Would you find me on the floor?
With the eyes in the back of my head
With the eyes in the back of my head
With the eyes in the back of my head
Lying on the floor and I'm dead
With the eyes in the back of my head
With the eyes in the back of my head
With the eyes in the back of my head
Lying on the floor and I'm dead
In the middle of the night I smoke a pack of my blue
And In the middle of my thought I think about what it do
In the middle of a fight I think about killing you
And In the middle of my shot I think about who is who?
Who is who?
Who is who?
Who is you?
Who is me?
Who is she?
And who is he?
Who is who?
Who is who?
Who is you?
Who is me?
Who is she?
And who is he?
With the eyes in the back of my head
With them eyes, with them eyes my head
With them eyes, with them eyes my head
You put them eyes in the back of my head
With the eyes in the back of my head
With the eyes in the back of my head
With the eyes in the back of my head
Lying on the floor and I'm dead
I see the face that you make
You say were driving too fast
Ain't no room for mistake
I think the drugs are kicking in
I think you think it too
If I drove off a cliff
You wouldn't mind the view
You drive me stir crazy
Yeah I'd kill a cop for you
I drank, I robbed, I fucked my shrink
I think that much is true
If you went to my home
Would you walk through the door?
If you went to my room
Would you find me on the floor?
With the eyes in the back of my head
With the eyes in the back of my head
With the eyes in the back of my head
Lying on the floor and I'm dead
With the eyes in the back of my head
With the eyes in the back of my head
With the eyes in the back of my head
Lying on the floor and I'm dead
In the middle of the night I smoke a pack of my blue
And In the middle of my thought I think about what it do
In the middle of a fight I think about killing you
And In the middle of my shot I think about who is who?
Who is who?
Who is who?
Who is you?
Who is me?
Who is she?
And who is he?
Who is who?
Who is who?
Who is you?
Who is me?
Who is she?
And who is he?
With the eyes in the back of my head
With them eyes, with them eyes my head
With them eyes, with them eyes my head
You put them eyes in the back of my head
With the eyes in the back of my head
With the eyes in the back of my head
With the eyes in the back of my head
Lying on the floor and I'm dead
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Writer(s): Quinn Benson
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