The voices in my head sometimes lead me to do horrible things like make marshmallow-roasting implements out of my teacher's skull, but usually they just make me steal drugs humiliate me with ridiculous shit.
Another week, another secret
the last one was a bit too big, I fear
well this one will be a lot smaller:
I have a second head inside my ear
I always trust it, it never steers me wrong
though its commands are sometimes quite macabre
that's why I'm singing it to sleep with this song
my name is Tom, but he calls me Bob
The other day I went to the store
and he forced me to rob the pharmacy
and it was so very effective
to sell back the ones that weren't OTC
You might have heard of my human sacrifices,
well now you know why I did the deed
the banjo playing stops with my vices
here it comes again, Ned, what do you NEED?!
Use the money from the stolen drugs
and use it to buy twelve dozen rugs
then run on out in your underpants
stand on your lawn and dance, dance, dance
once you pass out, wake back up
make some coffee and drink a cup
then call up your friend and sing a little ditty
accompanied by nothing but this horrible MIDI