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, deserve to live What did ever give to you? Na na na na na
You what I want you to do? I want you to go upstairs to that Where that guy keeps playing that Barry Manilow Copacabana over and over and over
I want you to the doorbell And he answers the door I you to stab him in the neck a number 2 pencil over and over and over again Because he must pay, him up, put him in the freezer And as you leave the apartment, the place on fire
in my head, these 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 back Thanksgiving I know why you wear that earring? If your was alive, I don't know 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 don't you ever me back? When are you gonna get son? Isn't it about time you settled down and got 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 picket fence
Voices in my head, are The voices in my 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 on my television set I gotta see Sally Struthers and those kids? Why can't somebody just send her a And shut her and those god kips up? Where's Rob Reiner you need him?
Why, why don't drop the bomb on top of everyone? Na na na na na
Voices in my head, are The voices in my Voices in my head are The in my head
Voices in my head, are The voices in my in my head these are The voices in my
Voices in my head, are The in my head Voices in my these are The in my head Stop, stop, when you're singing