Queens Of The Stone Age - How To Handle a Rope (A Lesson In The Lariat) lyrics

Too late to think and filter anymore A bitter pill to swallow, maybe you're In a blanket haze of ephedrine, I'm wonderin' where the hell you been So come on and right this wrong, you know You've got it all right Got a feeling I'd rather open up my wrist Let it go You got it all right Got a feeling There's devils and ropes around your neck Cursing them all And you can't hear it Can't hear it Ain't got a mind to deal with anymore Saboteur, infiltrator, and maybe more If you're not blind and deaf, then how can we pollute your head? So come on and right this wrong, you know And I got it all right I got a feeling You'd rather open up your wrists Let it go And I got it all right, yeah I got a feeling There's devils and ropes around my neck Can't even know 'Cause I can't hear it I can't hear it I can't hear it I can't hear it