Ezra Furman - Haunted Head

I'm up at six
I get a slice of bread, I cut a hole in it
And I crack a little egg into a frying pan
And I try to get my mind turned off

I'm naked now
Because it doesn't really matter
When the shades are down
I was born this way I'll die this way
I don't know how
I'm ever gonna tell myself the truth

I live alone
A house without a heart is not a home
I think I may destroy these things I own
I'm going back way back to black and red
Inside my haunted head

I get the prayer shawl on
I wrap myself in something that is way beyond
Anything my mind could get its dirty fingers on
I'm going through the motions like a champ

I take these aimless drives
From two A.M. to four
I live these secret lives
Identities that all die off not one survives
By morning there's nobody at the wheel

I'm out on Lake Street now
I'm coming to a red light but there's no one around
The law sits on my shoulder and it weighs me down
It's talking in a language long since dead
Inside my haunted head

I'm having too much fun
My arms around the toilet like a long-lost chum
I'm kneeling at the throne
I'm stricken deaf and dumb
I'm learning what it means to really pray

Tried to get cute with pain
I thought I could avoid it
Thought I knew that game
But just when you get the hang of it the rules all change
And you're doing time for crimes that don't exist

So I sit and wait
Til I can finally see the sense it makes
I know this sick world's bound to be explained
So I'm hanging on if only by a thread
Inside my haunted head

(Haunted, ha-ha-haunted head)