Haunted Head Ezra Furman

[Verse 1]
I'm up at six
I get a slice of bread, I cut a hole in it
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

[Verse 2]
I get the prayer shawl on
I wrap myself in something that is way beyond
Anything my mind can 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
Gentlemen