Room Full of People in Your Head

There's a room full of people in your head, in your head

Yeah, there's a room full of people in your head, in your head

And every single one of them claims your name

You lost control to the mood, my friend

What you gonna do if you lose it again

"I'm sorry", "I'm sorry", "I'm sorry"

In the center stands Ego, looking for attention

And over there's Self Pity, always crying, "Poor, poor me!"

Lock up the liquor, or they're gonna get juiced

I've got each of these in me

There's a fight, there's a fight at the party in your head

Yeah, there's a fight for control at the party in your head

I don't even know who's at the wheel

Who wants to play? "Give it to me!"

Who wants to play? "Give it to me!"

"I'm sorry", "I'm sorry", "I'm sorry"

Part of me is the Hang Man, looking for a scapegoat

And part of me is the victim, always crying, "Why're you pickin' on me?"

Lock up the gun cabinet, or it's gonna get messy

I've got each of these in me

You've gotta follow the voice you wanna follow

Gotta kill off the thoughts that funk up your diddy-diddy

"You'd be surprised to find how much was in your mind"

'Cause there's a room full of people in your head, in your head

And they will fight for control of your head, of your head

"You'd be surprised to find how much was in your mind"

There's Mr. Self Conscious, carrying too much baggage

And over there's the Chameleon, always crying, "Who you want me to be?"

Let's end the charade

This game is over

I've got each of these in me