Haven't Got a Clue (instrumental) Songtext
von The Flaming Lips

Oh man!
Oh right!

One, two, three

You haven′t got a clue
And you don't know what to do
You used your money and your friends
To try and trick me
But you won′t trick me

As far as I can tell
You've created your own hell
Now you walk around this place
Expecting pity


Every time you throw a fit I
Can't decide if you′re full of it and
Every time you state your case the
More I want to punch your face I go

I still can′t believe
All your plastic surgery
Now it's everybody′s problem
That you're unhappy
Oh, come on!

Every time you state your case the
More I want to punch your face...
Every time you state your case the
More I want to punch your face...

Every time you state your case the
More I want to punch your face I go