There are many things I'm tired of that's what she said
So she took out a knife and said off with my head
What's the use in knowing that the rest of you's dead
What good is a brain if it's all you got left

There's a part that you have missed
Don't need proof that I exist
You don't know I'm far away
From those awful things you say

What you put at the top of the neck to replace the skull
A balloon that you found at the shopping mall
Took out a pen, drew on a happy face
Now she walks around like her own parade

There are words you'll never hear
You've got poison in your ear
You don't know I'm far away
From those awful things you say

Come on I want a new reason to feel
A way to know that all I see is real
Free from all your toxic melody
Free from all the sadness that I see

Sing me something good this time
Tired of wicked lullabies
You don't know I'm far away
From those awful things you say

Sing me something good this time
Tired of wicked lullabies
You don't know I'm far away
From those awful things you say