I you to get a gun And head on to Washington And I you to climb up high in the sky and shoot them all
Th-th-they, d-d-don't deserve to What did ever give to you? Na na na na na
You what I want you to do? I want you to go to that apartment Where that guy keeps playing that Barry Manilow Copacabana and over and over again
I you to ring the doorbell And when he the door I want you to him in the neck With a number 2 over and over and over again Because he must pay, chop him up, put him in the And as you the apartment, light the place on fire
Voices in my head, are The voices in my in my head these are The in my ear You should up like a clown
Hi, you never me back I got the pictures from Thanksgiving I don't know why you that earring? If your father was alive, I don't know what say
I was talking to Mrs. Corelli You know Bobby who was in your grade? He got again in his law firm making 175,000 a year now, are you on drugs?
Why don't you ever me back? When are you get married son? Isn't it about time you down and got yourself a wife And got a house and got a kid and got a car And got a dog and got a lawnmower and got a nice fence
in my head, these are The in my head Voices in my These are the in my head The in my head 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 Struthers and those starving Why can't somebody just send her a And shut her and god damn kips up? Where's Rob Reiner when you him?
Why, why don't they the bomb Right on top of Na na na na na
in my head, these are The voices in my Voices in my head are The in my head
in my head, these are The voices in my Voices in my head are The in my head
Voices in my head, are The in my head in my head these are The voices in my Stop, stop, stop when you're