I you to get a gun And on down to Washington And I want you to up high High in the sky and 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 you to go upstairs to that apartment Where that guy playing that Barry Manilow record Copacabana over and and over again
I you to ring the doorbell And he answers the door I want you to him in the neck With a number 2 pencil 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 these are The in my ear You should dress up like a
Hi, you never called me I got the pictures back from I don't know why you that earring? If your father was alive, I don't know he'd say
I was talking to Mrs. yesterday You know Bobby 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 call me are you gonna get married son? Isn't it about you settled 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 nice fence
Voices in my head, are The in my head Voices in my These are the voices in my The in my head Why, why is it every I gotta wait on a fuckin' line?
Why is it every I turn on my television set I gotta see Sally and those starving kids? Why can't just send her a check And shut her and those god 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 head are The voices in my
in my head, these are The in my head in my head these are The in my head
Voices in my head, are The voices in my Voices in my head are The in my head Stop, stop, when you're singing