Queens Of The Stone Age: "How To Handle A Rope" Lyrics

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)