An eagle took my skull
Now I'm not that fun
I used to be a good bonehead
Now I'm headless, sort of dead
I can't eat much there's no mouth
I can't see much north or south
I want my head back I throw a fit
Shoot the eagle if you see it
Without that bone I have no brain
Wonder how I'm talking to you then?
Maybe I'm a ghost resident in your mind
Maybe that was your skull, it wasn't mine
