Me and My Friends (They Live In My Head)"

[Intro: Dry Exam Room Acoustics, Crinkling Medical Paper Foley] [Spoken Word: Male Voice, Clinical and Nervous] "So between the tech firm, the media label, and these... ten rock stars... I'm ordering a full psych evaluation." [Spoken Word: Male Voice, Deadpan and Calm] "Relax, Doc. There's no split. We get along just fine." [Foley: Crisp Acoustic Snare and Cymbal Rimshot, Ba-Dum-Tss!] [Instrument Cue: Explosive Heavy Fuzz Bass Drop and Dirty Garage Guitar Riff, 138 BPM] [Chorus: Gritty Male Lead + Fierce Female Harmony + Rowdy Gang Vocals] Me and my friends, they live in my head! Since I was a kid, "Don't tell no one," they said! "Don't tell or you're dead!" [Gang Shouts] (Shh! Or you're dead!) Me and my friends, yeah, we share the same bed Of wires and riffs and the ink that we bled "Don't tell no one," they said! "Don't tell or you're dead!" [Verse 1: Gritty Male Lead, Tight Palm-Muted Guitar and Driving Bass] Nine A.M., I'm the chief on the call Building the cloud, putting bricks in the wall Wearing ten hats while I stare at the screen Meanwhile the green room issplitting the seam! Axle is jimmying locks on the door Loni and Lo'Yce are shaking the floor Flame's got a lighter and Ruthie's got nerve Taking the corners on every curve! [Pre-Chorus: Fierce Female Rock Lead (Trinity G.), Building Drum Roll] You call it a symptom, we call it a crew! Too many voices for one point of view! So write on your clipboard and tap on your pen Count up the heads in the room once again! [Chorus: Full Band, Maximum Energy, Dual Male/Female Leads] Me and my friends, they live in my head! Since I was a kid, "Don't tell no one," they said! "Don't tell or you're dead!" [Gang Shouts] (Don't tell or you're dead!) Me and my friends, yeah, we're painting it red No split in the skull, just a label instead "Don't tell no one," they said! "Don't tell or you're dead!" [Verse 2: Raspy Gravelly Male Vocal (Mortis) + Female Backing] [Instrument Cue: Sleazy Swing-Metal Groove with Honking Baritone Sax] Sitting polite on the paper-wrapped table Waitin' on labs for the whole damn label Mortis is holding the X-ray up high Flames on his cranium lighting the sky! Winter and Holly got broadswords in hand While the EmptyHeads streak through the hospital stand! Open-back gowns flapping wide in the breeze Nothing but ribcages, pelvis, and knees! [Interlude: Spoken Word Breakdown over Thumping Bassline] [Spoken Word: Male Voice, Distressed Doctor] "Why are they running down the ward in hospital gowns?! And why are they all skeletons?!" [Spoken Word: Female Voice, Sarcastic and Annoyed] "Because these gowns are a total breach of brand protocol, Doc. Can we hurry this up?" [Foley: Rusty Bus Horn Honking Twice, Tires Screeching] [Guitar & Harmonica Solo: Screaming Overdriven Blues-Metal Dual Solo, 8 Bars, Fast Double-Kick Drums] [Bridge: Half-Time Heavy Stomp, Call and Response] [Gritty Male Lead] Who's driving the bus? [Gang Shouts] WE ARE! [Fierce Female Lead] Who's making the fuss? [Gang Shouts] WE ARE! [Gritty Male Lead] They locked up the ward and they threw out the key [Both Leads] But there's twelve of us here and we all disagree! Wait—no we don't! We get along fine! Now sign the release on the dotted line! [Chorus: All Vocals Layered, Massive Wall of Sound, Cymbal Crashes] Me and my friends, they live in my head! Since I was a kid, "Don't tell no one," they said! "Don't tell or you're dead!" [Gang Shouts] (Don't tell or you're dead!) Me and my friends, from the living to dead Running the asylum from the words that we said "Don't tell no one," they said! "Don't tell or you're dead!" [Outro: Chaotic Garage Rock Jam Ending] [Spoken Word: Male Voice, Deadpan] "Same time next Tuesday, Doc?" [Foley: Loud Snare and Cymbal Rimshot, Ba-Dum-Tss!] [Instrument Cue: Final Heavy Power Chord Slam and Feedback Fade] [End]