Why do the other kids do everything differently?
They choose different things
They stick together on everything
Why are you always the one who is out of step?

That don't sound like music
Baby, what's that sound?
Could it be a bad man comin' 'round?
Who's that on the stallion?
Who's that on the stud?
Sipping on sick dreams of human blood

Mister, you've got a tragic head
And an uneven heart
Mister, you've got a tragic head
You've got so many ways to make it right
C'mon now
But you choose to eat the kids, don't you?
Don't you?
Somebody oughta put a bag over your tragic head
Tell mе where you're going
Tеll me what's ahead
What are you going to do with all that bread?
Build an escalator
Ride it to the sun
Leave us all behind with what can't be undone

Mister, you've got a tragic head
And an uneven heart
Mister, you've got a tragic head
You know there's plenty of things that you could do
Do about it
You could hide behind someone else
You could wear a big hat
If you're not careful someday
you're going to lose your tragic head

Life is an oil well
Life is a room
Life is a man who's got it in for you
And I've seen him baby, way up top
With a souvenir crown on his

Tragic head
And an uneven heart
Mister, you've got a tragic head
Sometimes it is hard to beat the winner
Mister, you've got a tragic head
And an uneven heart
Mister, you've got a tragic head