There's a man on a bill He was drawn with a quill He tells me how and when I can do what There's a pain in my side and it cuts like a knife It tells me how and when I can do what But I feel sound rake against the clamor When I sort it out I'll be baked and indifferent Don't mind me it's just life And It's the voice of disease That gets into my mind Gets me every time That had its shot It lost its sting But it follows me around like I owe it something The whole worlds gone mad with a peculiar voice As long as I have a choice I'm raising a hand up I'll be begging to differ There's a pout in the cold Burns my lungs like a coal It tells me how and when I can do what There are two hands on the wall And they don't clap for me at all They just tell me how and when I can do what But I feel the sound rake against the clamor When I sort it out I'll be begging to differ Don't mind me it's just life And It's the voice of disease That gets into my mind Gets me every time That had its shot it lost its sting But it follows me around like I owe it something The whole worlds gone mad with a peculiar voice As long as I have a choice I'm raising a hand up I'll be begging to differ