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Queens of the Stone Age

I don't mean to make a scene
But even the mob know what the hell I mean
The knot is tight on my blindfold
I got my flesh full of blood
I hate rock and roll

Some think too much
And come too soon
I just curse the sun
So I can howl at the moon

Don't wanna love you no more
Don't wanna love you less
I wanna be crushed by your sweet caress
What's the fuckin' difference
We all gonna die
You gonna do something kid?
Oh come on give it a try

Got no big plans but a good idea
Let's split this town and run everywhere
Yeah I got enemies
But they don't know
They won't get no glory
On that side of the hole

Well united by drifting alone
This is the army of none
Got no flag, got no home
Just riches and scabs
And awfulness
I confess
Let's do it again, said

Written by HOMME, JOSH / CASTILLO, JOEY / VAN LEEUWEN, TROY DEAN
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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