Tell me why do you freak out? Jumping down my throat for no reason?
If I knew what the hell was going on, I would tell you to take a chill pill.
You should know better than to run around with your head cut off.
You should know better than to run around with your head cut off.

I'm so sorry if I can't talk good. I got squeezed and the feeling just escapes me.
A lost touch, I'm calling for replacement. . .the whirling burning peeling off my soul.
You should know better than to run around with your head cut off.
You should know better than to run around with your head cut off.

This is just a move I bust, locked inside a cardboard jail.
Now you're shaking and you're much too sensitive. I feel awkward when I try to be myself.
You should know better than to run around with your head cut off.
You should know better than to run around with your head cut off, yeah yeah yeah.