QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE - How to Handle a Rope
Too late to think or filter anymore
A bitter pill to swallow
Maybe you're in a blanket haze of ephedrine
I'm wonderin where the hell you been
So come on and right this wrong the rope
[chorus:]You got it all right
You got a feeling
I'd rather open up my wrist, let it go
You got it all right
You got a feeling
Cause devils and ropes around your neck
Cursing them all
And you can't hear it
Can't hear it