Текст Ezra Furman – Haunted Head

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

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 the things I own
I’m going back
Way back to black and red
Inside my haunted head

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 in Lake Street now

Gentlemen, I’m having too much fun
My arms around the toilet
Like a long-lost chum
I’m kneeling at the throne
I’m stricken deaf and dumb
I’m learning what it means to really pray

Tried to get cute with pain
I thought I could avoid it
Thought I knew the game
But just when you get the hang of
It the rules all change
And you’re doing time
For crimes that don’t exist

So I sit and wait
‘Til I can finally see the sense it makes
I know this sick world’s
Bound to be explained
So I’m hanging on if only by a
Thread inside my haunted head