I you to get a gun And on down 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 ever 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 playing that Barry Manilow record Copacabana and over and over again
I want you to the doorbell And when he the door I you to stab him in the neck With a number 2 pencil and over and over again Because he must pay, him up, put him in the freezer And as you leave the apartment, light the place on
Voices in my head, are The voices in my Voices in my these are The in my ear You should up like a clown
Hi, you never me back I got the back from Thanksgiving I don't why you wear that earring? If your father was alive, I don't what he'd say
I was to Mrs. Corelli yesterday You Bobby Corelli 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 call me back? When are you gonna get 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 every time I gotta on a fuckin' line?
Why is it every I turn on my television set I see Sally Struthers and those starving kids? Why can't somebody just her a check 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
Voices in my head, are The in my head in my head these are The in my head
Voices in my head, are The in my head Voices in my these are The in my head
Voices in my head, are The voices in my in my head these are The in my head Stop, stop, stop you're singing