Ballad of the Bullheaded Man

Bullheaded man
Bullheaded man
I thought you were right for me
Bullheaded man
Basking in the ignorance
Of your own intelligence
Oh, no one knows more than you
(That's how it goes, okay)
No one knows more than you
(That's how it goes)
Oh, I thought you had room
But you're too solid
Loaded gun in your pocket, oh
(What do you want me to say?)

Bullheaded man
I thought you had room
But you're full up
Yeah, you're full up

Bullheaded man, I thought you had room
But your head's all screwed
From breathing in
All these chemical fumes
In the lab where you cook up all that shit

Bullheaded man, thought you were right for me
But you're too solid
Loaded gun in your pocket
Always ready to leave
Always ready to leave