Ezra Furman - Haunted head

I'm ^Bup at six I get a slice of bread, I cut a ^Ehole in it I crack a little egg into a ^Bfrying pan and I try to get my mind turned ^Eoff I'm n^Baked now Because it doesn't really matter when the sh^Eades are down

I ^Bdon't know how I'm ever gonna tell myself the ^Etruth [Chorus] ^C#mI live alone A house without a heart is ^Bnot a ^Ahome I think I may destroy these things I o^F#wn I'm going back way back to black and ^Bred ^A Inside my haunted head

I get the ^Eprayer shawl on I wrap myself in something that is ^Away beyond anything my mind could get its dirty ^Efingers on I'm going through the motions like a ^Achamp I take these ^Eaimless drives from two A.M. to four I live these ^Asecret lives Identities that all die off not ^Eone survives By morning there's nobody at the ^Awheel

^F#mI'm out on Lake Street now I'm coming to a red light but there's no o^Ene ^Daround The law sits on my shoulder and it w^Beighs me down It's talking in a language long since d^Eead ^D Inside my haunted head

I'm having ^Atoo much fun My arms around the toilet like a ^Dlong-lost chum I'm kneeling at the throne I'm stricken ^Adeaf and dumb I'm learning what it means to really ^Dpray Tried to get ^Acute with pain I thought I could avoid it Thought I ^Dknew that game But just when you get the hang of it the ^Arules all change and you're doing time for crimes that don't ^Dexist

So I sit and w^Bmait til I can finally see the s^Aense it ^Gmakes I know this sick world's bound to be ex^Eplained So I'm hanging on if only by a thr^Aead ^G Inside my haunted head ^D(H^Gaunted, ha-ha-haunted head)