They want your words on paper, they want your words on stone

I raised them up, some place dark, quiet and alone

This is me, what I thought, what I felt and said

It's not yours stupid bitch, it came from my head

You want me to tell ya, you want me to blush?

Every conversation confirms you don't know much

I don't do what I do for lips wet and red

It's not yours, or if it is: it came from my head

You don't have the vision, you don't have the nerve

You want me to listen, it's you, you think I serve?

No, I didn't say what you say I said

It's not yours stupid bitch, it came from my head

You ask for politeness, you want me to say please?

I'm not some politician, you waste my energies

I'm not your apprentice, it's not for you I bled

It's not yours but if it is, it came from my head

You say you're the pipeline, you say it's up to you

To me you're an apparition, I do what I do

Useless adding-up machine you plug in by your bed

It's not yours stupid bitch, it came from my head

I'm the one who makes the things you package as your own

I'm the one who pounds a pretty sculpture out of stone

You're like all the others, some ivy league clone

Get back on your knees and I'll toss you a bone

My head, my head, my head, my head

It came out of my head, something you can never understand

You couldn't tell the difference between what's bad and good

But back you came, to try again, for more you whined and plead

It's not your stupid fuck, it came from my head

My head, my head, my head, my head

It came from my head, it came from this dumb head

And sometime in the future, after this is done

You'll be counting money under some black sun

You'll be counting money under some black sun

Keep counting your money under your black sun

All the filthy pigs dying under this black sun

They wanna take possession of what they can't create

Simple minded parasites standing at the gate

You said I'd find them on their knees begging birds for bread

It's not yours, for fuck's sake, it came from my head

I'm the one who makes the things you package as your own

I'm the one who pounds a pretty sculpture out of stone

You're like all the others, some ivy league clone

Get back on your knees and I'll toss you a bone

It came from my head, my head, my head

It came from my head, it came from my head

My head, my head, my head, my head

It came from my head, it came from my head