right in the head

Cameras always on, I'm never free A lot of people think I'm not right in the head But I'm the star, I think in solutions

Even though I’m not right in the head Fighting, meeting, hating, loving I’m really not right in the head

I keep a loaded .44 sittin' by the bed For the jeepers and the creepers who ain't right in the head Hope I never have to use it, but you never know these days

I'm like a director, she wants me to spin her I talk more with the dead, I prefer them over the living Shot me right in the head if you aim at it

to see how she looks, dancing on the sea shore Seriously I'm not right in the head How you perform without clothes, skillfully

She's down, she's dead Instead what is left but this old satin dress And the mess that you left when you told me I wasn't right in the head

Who’s the god in the fight, Just like Jackie Chan With the leg right in the head, Making all the girls

Because I do it myself, so often. Because I don't call when you block me, because I don't answer when you knock. After you stay up all night drinking, you say I'm not right in the head. Now I realize you've transformed me from a mouse to a scapegoat.

She tells me "What the hell are you doin' on the internet? Are you not right in the head? Look at how much time you waste"

Don't stick it in the crazy, beer can make your judgment hazy She may be good in bed, but she's not right in the head So don't stick it in the crazy

[Verse 1: Cheloo] Something is not right in the head, too bad Docs can't fix this shit when I'll be pretty fucking dead

Our blood is one with the sea. They think I'm crazy They say I'm not right in the head But the main happiness, granddaughter,

Because you're not right in the head, And nor am I, and this is why You're not right in the head, And nor am I, and this is why

I cant describe my mood now I'm not be right in the head but im not insane Seems like they tied my hands

I tried to make him laugh But he didnt get the joke And then he said I wasnt right in the head And then he made me [x3]

For we shall lose the load Because now, there already are people Who are not quite right in the head.

A stranger has come To share my room in the house not right in the head, A girl mad as birds

Is a chauvinistic AC/DC song A guaranteed to be unintellectual low-class-alarm By guys who aren't right in the head Yeah, I want it, and there's no way back for me

No person has a cow as a friend. (Spoken) Sometimes I fear that you aren't completely right in the head.

Use your imagination With your nose in the universe We're slightly less right in the head