dreamed my head became a box and they put the world inside it,
Shouting, "He'll know what to do now, and he won't bug us no more"
Oh, no, I'll dig the ruins, while they're inside you, I'll happily?
I'll mail it to you before I'm finished
I dreamed that I was back in school and the teacher caught me talking
She made me write a million times the reasons why the Earth was hot inside
I wrote a letter addressed to Jesus; I mailed it to the Vatican
I got an answer from Ed McMahon
The voice inside my head is the voice of doom and dread
And I'd ignore him but my will is not that strong
The voice inside my head said, "That's it, go back to bed"
The voice inside my head is never wrong
So now I'm rotting in my room, immobilized and blind with boredom
I left my lead boots in the snow banded with ten thousand reasons not to crack
And the voice inside my head is the voice of doom and dread
And I'd ignore him but my will is not that strong
No, no, the voice inside my head said, "That's it, go back to bed"
The voice inside my head is never wrong, never wrong, never wrong