How To Handle A Rope by Queens Of The Stone Age

Artist: Queens Of The Stone Age

Album: Queens Of The Stone Age

Queens Of The Stone Age Queens Of The Stone Age How To Handle A Rope



Too late to think and filter anymore
A bitter pill to swallow...maybe you're
In a blanket haze of Ephedrine
I'm wondering where the hell you been
So come on and right this wrong
You've got it all right
You've got a feelin'
I'd rather open up my wrists - let it go
You've got it all right
You've gotta feelin'
There's devils and ropes around your neck
Cursing them all
And you can't hear it...can't hear it
Ain't got a mind to deal with anymore
Sabateur, infiltrator and maybe more
If you're not blind and dead
Then how can we pollute your head?
So come on and right this wrong
I got it all right
I gotta feelin'
You'd rather open up your wrists - let it go
I got it all right
Yeah I got a feelin'
There's devils and ropes around my neck
Can't even know
Cause I cant hear it
Can't hear it (3x)

Author: Queens Of The Stone Age

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