Flathead

Well, just because she feeds me well

And she made me talk dirty in a pink hotel

Doesn't mean she's got eyes for me

She might just want my bones, you see

And hey, flathead, don't you get mean

She's the second best killer that I ever have seen

It don't come much more sick than you

I could go on if you want me to

It's just so wrong so very nice

And I told you once and you killed me twice

Saw you one time at the back of the club

Chewing on glass and a ticket stub

Still I heard you kicked the boy till he bled

And you stood and said oh my god till she said

Bada bap pada da da badada da da da da da bada bap pada da da da. [x4]

Well, everybody knows you're the one to call

When the girls get ugly on the back of the wall

Josephine says you got a bleedin nose

Takin' it with her wherever she goes

And hey, flathead, don't check me in

Well, hers is a tonic and mine is a gin

They don't come much more slick than you

I'd drive your car if you ask me to

Said the boy's not right in the head

And you stood and got a kickin instead till she said

Bada bap pada da da badada da da da da da bada bap pada da da da. [x4]

... and she said the boy's not right in the head

And you stood and said oh my god til she said...

Bada bap pada da da badada da da da da da bada bap pada da da da. [x4]