Tell me why do you freak out? Jumping down my throat for no reason?
If I knew what the hell was going on, I would tell you to take a chill pill
You should know better than to run around with your head cut off
You should know better than to run around with your head cut off

I'm so sorry if I can't talk good. I got squeezed and the feeling just escapes me
A lost touch, I'm calling for replacement. . .the whirling burning peeling off my soul
You should know better than to run around with your head cut off
You should know better than to run around with your head cut off

This is just a move I bust, locked inside a cardboard jail
Now you're shaking and you're much too sensitive. I feel awkward when I try to be myself
You should know better than to run around with your head cut off
You should know better than to run around with your head cut off, yeah yeah yeah