Here, in my head, it's a bad neighborhood
Streets, they are mean. It is dark. It is cold
And it says things to me
Things I cannot repeat
And there's too much noise
Here, in my head, things can creep, things hide
It's not the sort of place one should spend too much time
And it wears me out; this parade of hate
And it wears me out; oh, the things it says
Here in my head, don't you go on your own
I won't be surprised when you seem right at home
Someone stop this noise in my head
Someone stop this noise, I beg
Someone stop this noise