I you to get a gun And head on down to And I want you to up high High in the sky and shoot all
Th-th-they, d-d-don't to live did they ever give to you? Na na na na na
You know what I you to do? I want you to go upstairs to apartment Where that guy keeps that Barry Manilow record Copacabana over and over and over
I want you to ring the And he answers the door I want you to him in the neck With a number 2 over and over and over again Because he pay, chop him up, put him in the freezer And as you leave the apartment, light the on fire
in my head, these are The voices in my Voices in my these are The in my ear You dress up like a clown
Hi, you never me back I got the back from Thanksgiving I don't know why you wear earring? If father was alive, I don't know what he'd say
I was to Mrs. Corelli yesterday You Bobby Corelli who was in your grade? He got promoted again in his law He's 175,000 a year now, are you on drugs?
Why don't you ever me back? are you gonna get married son? Isn't it about you settled down and got yourself a wife And got yourself a and got a kid and got a car And got a dog and got a and got a nice picket fence
in my head, these are The voices in my in my head These are the voices in my The in my head Why, why is it every time I gotta wait on a fuckin'
Why is it time I turn on my television set I gotta see Sally Struthers and those starving Why somebody just send her a check And her and those god damn kips up? Where's Rob Reiner you need him?
Why, why don't they the bomb Right on top of Na na na na na
in my head, these are The in my head Voices in my these are The voices in my
Voices in my head, are The voices in my in my head these are The in my head
Voices in my head, are The in my head Voices in my head are The voices in my Stop, stop, when you're singing