I want you to get a gun
And head on down to Washington
I want you to climb up high
High up in the sky
And shoot them all
Th-th-they, d-d-don't deserve to live
What did they ever give to you?
Na-na-na-na-na

"You know what I want you to do? I want you to go upstairs to that apartment where that guy keeps playing that Barry Manilow record "Copacabana" over and over and over again. I want you to ring the doorbell, and when he answers the door. I want you to stab him in the neck with a number 2 pencil over and over and over again because he must PAY!!! Chop him up and put him in the freezer and as you leave the apartment, light the place on fire!"

Voices in my head
These are, the voices in my head
Voices in my head
These are, the voices in my...

You should dress up like a clown
Bark! Bark! (howling)

(beep) "Hi; you never called me back. I got the pictures back from thanksgiving. I don't know why you wear that earring. If your father was alive I don't know what he'd say. I was talking to Mrs. Corelli yesterday. You know Bobby Corelli who was in your grade? He got promoted again in his law firm. He's making $175,000 a year now. Are you on drugs? Why don't you ever call me back? When are you gonna get married, son? Isn't it about time you settled down and got yourself a wife and got yourself a house and got a kid, and got a car, and got a dog, and got a lawn mower, and got a nice picket fence--" (beep)

Voices in my head
These are, the voices in my head
Voices in my head
These are, the voices in my head
The voices in my head
Why, why is it every time
I gotta wait on fuckin' line?

"Why is it every time I turn on my television set and I gotta see Sally Struthers and those starving kids? Why can't somebody just send her a check and shut her and those GODDAMN KIDS UP!? Where's Rob Reiner when you need him?"

Why, why don't they drop the bomb
Right on top of everyone
Na-na-na-na-na...

Voices in my head
These are, the voices in my head
(repeat until end)

"If this had been an actual emergency..."
"Operators are standing by."
"...get a haircut... go back to school, and... become a doctor or a dentist, and call me back, and cut your hair..."
"We know where you live."
"Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine..."

Stop, stop, stop with the singing!