I've wasted my time trying to figure out

Who you are, what you're on, what you're all about

This is no time to say maybe

This is the time to get heavy

Who knows what goes on in that head of yours

Knows what goes on in that head of yours

Knows what goes on, sometimes

It's a festered fucked up sign of the times

When you look at the teeth and not at the eyes

You'll knock yourself out in Hollywood

It's hard to see your soul when it's down your throat

Who knows what goes on in that head of yours

Who knows what goes on in that head of yours

Knows what goes on, sometimes

First on the bottle and last on the pills

All this good health is making you ill

You're a model, actress, anything

You're a fucked up loser, nobody

Who knows

Who knows

Who knows what goes on in that head of yours

Knows what goes on in that head of yours

Knows what goes on

Who knows what goes on in that head of yours

Knows what goes on in that head of yours

Knows what goes on, sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes