There’s a family of voices that are inside your head.
They’re somewhat prolific and very well fed.
Some are illiterate, but most are well-read.
Some are illiterate, but most are well-read.
They’re a family of voices that are inside your head.
There’s a family of voices that are inside your head.
There’s a lady named Ethel. There’s a man there named
Fred.
There is also Wayne, Gertrude, Beth, Tony and Ted.
It’s the family of voices that are inside your head.
There’s a family of voices that are inside your head.
They like fancy dishes and honey with bread.
They will even come visit you when you’re in bed.
They’re a family of voices that are inside your head.
There’s a family of voices that are inside your head.
They come in wild colors of green, pink and red.
They dote on false stories, or so it is said
Of the family of voices that are inside your head.
There’s a family of voices that are inside your head.
They thrive in the dark with no light on them shed.
You won’t be surprised at the tales they spread.
It’s that family of voices that are inside your head.
You may think that you're crazy, but you’ve nothing to dread.
It’s something that makes you so normal instead
With a family of voices that are inside your head.
There’s a family of voices that are inside your head
With beautiful fabric of silvery thread.
They say that they’ll be there until you are dead.
That family of voices that are inside your head.
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