I you to get a gun And head on to Washington And I want you to up high High in the sky and shoot all
Th-th-they, d-d-don't deserve to What did they give to you? Na na na na na
You know what I you to do? I want you to go upstairs to that Where that guy keeps that Barry Manilow record Copacabana over and over and over
I you to ring the doorbell And when he the door I want you to stab him in the a number 2 pencil 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 in my head Voices in my head 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 that If your father was alive, I don't what he'd say
I was talking to Mrs. yesterday You Bobby Corelli who was in your grade? He got again in his law firm He's making 175,000 a now, are you on drugs?
Why you ever call me back? are you gonna get married son? Isn't it about time you settled down and got yourself a 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 Voices in my These are the in my head The voices in my Why, why is it time I gotta wait on a fuckin' line?
Why is it every time I turn on my set I gotta see Sally and those starving kids? Why somebody just send her a check And her and those god damn kips up? Where's Rob when you need him?
Why, why don't they drop the Right on top of Na na na na na
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