| 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 me because I’m keeping your head
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| I keep heads on shelves everywhere in my cellar
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| I even the melon of a dead fortune teller
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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 the stars
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| It’s illegal, I know, but so is smoking weed
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| And who the fuck give 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 won’t 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 foot
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| They’re 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 take 'em for a spin
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| I’m ain’t 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 be botherin' 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, it’s just the world is too crowded
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| And maybe I’ma do something a motherfuckin' 'bout it
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| I need some therapy to help me deal with this shit
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| Dr. Wigglefarmer, 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. Wigglefarmer 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 I got some therapy I’m feeling much better
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| I’m happy forever, me and my cranium’s together
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| They all over the house and they roll around the floor
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| And if it’s 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. Wigglefarmer for yourself
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| He’s the 3rd head down, top row, 3rd shelf |