Haven't Got A Clue Lyrics - At War With The Mystics - Flaming Lips

Oh, what 

Right 

What's up? 

One, two, three, four 

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 

And 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 you case 

The more I want to punch your face 

I go 

I still can't believe all your plastic surgeries 

And now it's everybody's problem 

That you're unhappy 

Oh come on 

Every time you state your case 

The more I'd like to punch your face 

Every time you state your case 

The more I want to punch your face 

And every time you state your case 

The more I want to punch your face 

I go