My head's on a stick I hate ventriloquists Looking for happiness I couldn't resist And we keep screaming along That I'm not ready for this (Yeah, yeah, yeah) ♪ I think I found God On a street corner of L.A. I asked him what's going on There's children dying everyday And he keeps singing along That all we can do is pray (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And I remember it never used to be this way Woke up dazed in a hotel room, watching old cartoons Getting stoned all day Oh father, I'm just being honest 'Cause I'm not doing okay (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) My head's on a stick I hate ventriloquists