THE PARTY IN YOUR HEAD
The party in your head sure that sounds like fun The carpet bagger brings, you party with the sun Eyeballs in fool bloom do you ever go to bed Or ever wind up dead at The party in your head The party in your head The party in your head The party in your head
In the race against what's real you've got a healthy lead You stab yourself with little pricks a thousand times you bleed A good time was had by all three guys and now one's dead Quite the gala ball at The party in your head The party in your head The party in your head The party in your head
Early Christmas morn' she's waiting by the tree All she wants from Santa is to be on Daddy's knee But when carpet baggers call and monkeys must be fed Even Santa cannot crash The party in your head The party in your head The party in your head The party in your head |