Dear head, shut upI can't listen no moreIt's late, so shut upIs one night too much to ask for?You are a haunted houseYou're superstitiousYou are the coldest stone carved marble facesI won't fall down that fucking rabbit holeI'm barely standing on the groundAll the hints that you leave are too hard to believe at allI won't fall down that fucking rabbit holeWith you, with you, with you, with you againWith you, with you, with you, with you againThis bed, on fireI can't sleep here no moreToo late and tiredDreaming down on the floorI am a haunted houseI'm superstitiousI am a cardboard cutout, old and fadedI won't fall down that fucking rabbit holeI'm barely standing on the groundAll the hints that you leave are too hard to believe at allI won't fall down that fucking rabbit holeWith you, with you, with you, with you againWith you, with you, with you, with you againI won't fall down that fucking rabbit holeI'm barely standing on the groundAll the hints that you leave are too hard to believe at allI won't fall down that fucking rabbit hole
