Head Like A Haunted House E

Hey! Your head's like a haunted house. A tutti frutti written over the couch on musty Diagnosis. A will of hostess, purely evil smile. Desperation can lead to madness. D-d-d-degradation is a must. The ABCs of leprosy. Need a hand? Take mine. We're surplus to blind. Fake apologizes. Busted zip supply. Yeah. Uh. Ooh. Too late, too slick, too real. Gag the light reflex from the tongue. Say I'll, say I wouldn't. Say I don't even think about it. Pushed up past the side Of Xanadus and Xanagos. Traumatize me, calculate me. A dirty trick and it's making me sick. But-You okay? I'm fine. Let's go, it's now time. We're surplus to blind. C-c-crime. Tonight, I'm gonna put up a fight. I'm gonna get a reaction. Ooh, That I bite. From the day I reject your displays. I demand satisfaction. Ooh, the knife. To trip the love fantastic, what takes while we Sin. Any disguises worn like skin. So distinction. Nice. Drink the Kool-Aid and swallow pride. Say that you don't and you won't, but you Will. Busted. Ooh. Hey! Your head's like a haunted house. Peeping out your mumbo jumbo. Out of psycho and up the night. Suicide. Play mysterious, so superior. And in a race for second place. Circumstances in my pants is calling for action. Girl, I blow your mind. Then you raise your eye. We're surplus to blind. Going for a ride. Hey!