There was a disembodied voice inside of my head
It said, "You oughta be dead, you really oughta be dead"
I said, "But what if I decide to stay alive instead
And take you out my head?" So I took it out of my head.
I reached between the folds of my grey matter
With a toothpick and a piece of gum
It gave the voice something to chew on
While I tried to figure out where it had come from
Now there's a disembodied voice living under my bed
And it still wants me dead, yeah it still wants me dead
I say, "Let's have a conversation about life instead.
What are the things you dread?
What are the fears you've bred?"
The disembodied voice took a deep breath
And prepared to rattle off a list
But my mind wandered off into the distant past
And thought about the girls that I'd never kissed...
No one loves you
No one cares
No one notices
No one dares
To reach out when you're in pain
To hold your hand in the rain
You'll be alone till the end
Cuz I'm the only friend
You'll ever have
I asked the voice for some proof
Expecting only flimsy excuses
It said, Here is the truth:
You're just a mediocre middle aged white dude
You're just a mediocre middle aged white dude
You're just a mediocre middle aged white dude
You're just a mediocre middle aged white dude