Friends don't come easily and this I know
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And every time I make one they always say they gotta go
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I wanna talk with people and look 'em in the face
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I wanna take 'em home and they can stay at my place
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All the talking I could do, I would never lie to you
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We take a quick ride, homicide, then I confide in you
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And I can love you and technically even though you're dead
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You'll always be around cause I'm keeping your head
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I keep heads on shelves everywhere in my cellar
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I even own the melon of a dead fortuneteller
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The rotted ones I keep 'em up in fat pickle jars
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And the new ones we lay on the lawn and look at stars
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Its illegal, I know, but so is smoking weed
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And who the fuck, gives a fuck, when you have a need
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I collect human heads fresh up off the neck
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Face, lips, hair, nose, ears, gimme dat
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Faces people know more than names
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The hair is there and all the brains
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Your head would mean so much to me
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Your head would mean so much to me
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I wont dis you, you wanna wear a hat? What?
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How you want your eyelids open or shut?
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Your head would mean so much to me
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Your head would mean so much to me
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Sometimes I put 'em in my bowling bag and bring em' to work
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Play with their hair under my desk, with my bare feet
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Theyre like, stuffed animals all over the bed
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Human heads Pam, Jennifer, Hubert and Ted
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I even put one in the shower water comes out the mouth
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I kick a few around the yard when I feel like going out
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I blow air in the mouth piece and duct tape it shut
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Bring 'em in the pool and the heads will float up
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I'm not a sicko, yo, though I've had girlfriends
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I even put their makeup on and theke 'em for a spin
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I'm not a murderer like that, not really
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Only every Halloween the house do look kind of silly
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You know the homeless people that bother you for change?
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Almost all of my collection, from them is where they came
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I'm not insane about it, its just the world's too crouded
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And maybe I'ma do something a mother fuckin 'bout it
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Faces people know more than names
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The hair is there and all the brains
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Your head would mean so much to me
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Your head would mean so much to me
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I wont dis you, you wanna wear a hat? What?
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How you want your eyelids open or shut?
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Your head would mean so much to me
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Your head would mean so much to me
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I need some therapy to help me deal with this shit
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Dr. Wiggle Farmer, I need to make a visit
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He told me heads are normal but I gotta brush their teeth
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So now I'm brushing four mouths at a time using my feet
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He also told me to keep them from the dog
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But I already knew that, she chew their faces off
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And then Dr. Wiggle Farmer asked me for a couple
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I went into my bag and gave him two like " no trouble"
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Now Ive got therapy I'm feeling much better
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I'm happy forever, me and my craniums together
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They all over the house and they roll around the floor
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And if its got an afro I use it for a pillow
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I'm ill though, I never should've worried anyway
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I shoot head hoops and don't care what people say
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You can ask Dr. Wiggle Farmer for yourself
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He's the 3rd head down, top row, 3rd shelf
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Faces people know more than names
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The hair is there and all the brains
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Your head would mean so much to me
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Your head would mean so much to me
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I wont dis you, you wanna wear a hat? What?
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How you want your eyelids open or shut?
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Your head would mean so much to me
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Your head would mean so much to me
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Bowling Balls
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ICP (Insane Clown Posse) |