Pineapple Head

Pineapple Head - Crowded House

Written by：Neil Mullane Finn

Detective is flat

No longer is always flat out

Got the number of the getaway car

Didn't get very far

As lucid as hell

These images moving so fast

Like a fever

So close to the bone

I don't feel too well

And if you choose

To take that path

I will play you like a shark

And I'll clutch at your heart

I'll come flying like a spark

To en flame you

Sleeping alone

For pleasure the pineapple head

It spins and it spins

Like a number I hold

Don't remember if she was my friend

It was a long time ago

And if you choose

To take that path

I will play you like a shark

And I'll clutch at your heart

I'll come flying like a spark

To en flame you

Sleeping alone

For pleasure the pineapple head

It spins and it spins

Like a number I hold

Don't remember if she was my friend

It was a long time ago

And if you choose

To take that path

Would you come to make me pay

I will play you like a shark

And I'll clutch at your heart

I'll come flying like a spark

To en flame you

And I'll clutch at your heart

I'll come flying like a spark

To en flame you