She Came Down the Staircase   Climbed Into a Dumpster   She Grabbed An Index Card and She Taped It to Her Forehead   It Read "Poor White Trash"   She Grabbed a Gun, Put It to Her Heart and Pulled the Trigger   Now She's Dead    It's Just a Thought      Don't You Look At Me That Way    Now They're Talkin' to Me and I'm Talkin' Back Again   Now They're Talkin' to Me and I'm Talkin' Back Again       Sorry   Sorry Baby   I'm So Sorry   Sorry Baby   I'm So       I'm Looking Through a Plastic Bag   It's On My Face   It Squares My Head   A Little Moist Hot Head Sweat   Some Little Beads of Brain   A Little Mind Rain   It's Just a Thought Inside My Head   Those Little Voices, They're Talkin' to Me      Don't You Look At Me That Way, That Way    Now They're Talkin' to Me and I'm Talkin' Back Again   Now They're Talkin' to Me and I'm Talkin' Back Again       24,900 Miles An Hour to Break Away From This Earth Spin   So Want Me to Start Running Right Now   Right Now   24,900 Miles An Hour       I Need a Baseball Bat   I'm Gonna Trash This Office    These People, They're Fuckin' With My Head   I Can't Move   And They Left Me Here   Strapped to This Bed    It's Another Thought Inside My Head   Those Little Voices, They're Talkin' to Me      Don't You Leave Me Here This Way    Now They're Talkin' to Me and I'm Talkin' Back Again   Now They're Talkin' to Me and I'm Talkin' Back Again       Sorry   Sorry Baby   I'm So Sorry   Sorry Baby   I'm So       Oh How Do I Hear   In This Little Afterthought   And My Little Aftershock   Behind the Cheerful Stare   I Wake Up From the Nightmare   And I Just Grew Aware   A Little Too Late