Well, I don't have much to say I hope that is okay Cuz it's hard to articulate When there's a riot sounding off inside my brain When it's cold I shoot people to save face Cuz I know I am good at inflicting pain But spend one day inside my head And lesser men would end up dead They'd call out for their moms and deities And say "Could you keep it quiet for today?" It never really goes away When a car backfires I'm in another place Shaking hands, mugs of coffee, rainy days Afghanistan, tiny pieces, broken plate They'll spend one day inside my head And probably they'll end up dead They'll call out for their dog and clarity And they'll say "Could you keep it quiet for today?" One in five Well I don't have much to say You wouldn't get it anyway Oh, unless you spend one day inside my head And I bet that you'll end up dead You'll call out for your wife and family And say "C-c-could you keep it quiet for today?"