Fred is dead living inside your head rotten all your thoughts while you lay in bed Poor Fred get out my f****** head leave the feelings alone they're not yours to do as you please stop tickling my nose about to sneeze you made me say that thing you might be say that now I look like a sleeze f*** you Fred you made my asthma weeze this voice inside my brain is making me go insane take you in a long scary walk down the country lane is the is this I pay for the internal fame I can't remember who I am or even the government's name Hurt the blood vessels inside of my brain exploding like confetti seeing what I can find rummaging through my filthy mind replaying all the juicy bits time after time Fred get out my head your as bad as the rest you put me through your passes put my satanity too the test who the f*** are you and where the f*** have you gone you left me in the night with 3:00 a.m. songs