Who Knows

Therapy?

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 
Yeah