Everybody thinks my head's full of nothing
They wanna put their own special stuff in
Fill up the space with candy wrappers
Keep out sex and revolution
But there's no hole in my head
Too bad
They call me a dupe for this and the other
Call me a puppet on a string
They don't know my head's full of me
And that I have my own special thing
And there's no hole in my head
Too bad
I have lived since early childhood
Figuring out what's going on
I know what hurts, I know what's easy
When to stand and when to run
But there's no hole in my head
Too bad
So please stop shouting in my ear
There's something I wanna listen to
There's a kind of birdsong up there somewhere
Feet walking when I wanna run
And there's no hole in my head
Too bad
Everybody thinks my head's full of nothing
Try to put their own special stuff in
Fill up the space with candy wrappers
Kill out sex and revolution
But there's no hole in my head
Too bad
No, there's no hole in my head
Too bad
There's no hole in my head
Too bad
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