Текст песни: Queens Of The Stone Age. Tangled Up In Plaid.

I slipped,
Didn't mean to do it that way.
But i blew in on a whim, gone tomorrow?
I'm gone today

Come,
Lets play along and let each other lose
A win would cause an alarm
Don't matter to me
Doesn't matter to you

I could keep you all for myself
I know
You gotta be free
So free yourself
(repeat)

A self-inflicted wound, your Gift,
Impeccable aim
Can really clear a room
All the bodies piled up in your way

OH YEAH IT HURTS
OH YEAH IT MUST

I could keep you all for myself
I know
You gotta be free
So free yourself

I could keep you all for myself
I know
You gotta be free
To kill yourself

(Thanks to Lauren for correcting these lyrics)