Queens of the Stone Age - How to Handle a Rope
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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 
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 
Ain't got a mind to deal with anymore 
Sabatuer, infiltrator, and maybe more 
If you're not blind and deaf 
How can we pollute your head? 
So come on and right this wrong the rope 
And I got it all right 
I got a feeling 
You'd rather open up your wrist 
Let it go 
I got it all right, yeah 
I got a feeling 
Cause devils and ropes 
Around my neck can't even know 
Cause they can't hear it