Well, I can't read the news and I can't watch TV Can't stand these voices talking on and on to me ♪ I'm my therapist's shrink, and man, she's got a lot to say I never get in a word, but I still get to pay All this talk about shit that keeps bringing me down All these little nightmares always waiting to be found ♪ There's a voice in my head that's lurking 'round like a twin So now I'm never alone even in my own skin Can't have any peace, no silence when I'm around All these little nightmares only waiting to be found