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]