I you to get a gun And head on to Washington And I you to climb up high High in the sky and them all
Th-th-they, d-d-don't to live What did they ever to you? Na na na na na
You know what I you to do? I you to go upstairs to that apartment Where that guy keeps playing that Barry Manilow Copacabana over and over and over
I want you to ring the And when he answers the I want you to him in the neck With a 2 pencil over and over and over again Because he pay, chop him up, put him in the freezer And as you the apartment, light the place on fire
Voices in my head, are The in my head Voices in my these are The in my ear You should dress up like a
Hi, you called me back I got the pictures from Thanksgiving I don't know why you wear that If your father was alive, I don't know he'd say
I was to Mrs. Corelli yesterday You know Bobby Corelli who was in grade? He got promoted in his law firm He's making 175,000 a now, are you on drugs?
Why don't you call me back? When are you gonna get son? Isn't it about time you 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 lawnmower and got a picket fence
in my head, these are The voices in my Voices in my are the voices in my head 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 can't somebody send her a check And shut her and god damn kips up? Where's Rob Reiner you need him?
Why, why they drop the bomb on top of everyone? Na na na na na
Voices in my head, are The in my head Voices in my these are The voices in my
Voices in my head, are The voices in my Voices in my these are The voices in my
Voices in my head, are The in my head Voices in my head are The voices in my Stop, stop, stop you're singing