The Monster - Live

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me
Stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy
Yeah, you think I'm crazy

I wanted the fame but not the cover of Newsweek
Oh well, guess beggars can't be choosey
Wanted to receive attention for my music
Wanted to be left alone in public, excuse me
For wanting my cake, and eat it too, and wanting it both ways
Fame made me a balloon 'cause my ego inflated
Going cucko and cuckier as Kool Keith
But I'm actually weirder than you think

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy
Yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well that's not fair
Woho, oh, oh
Woho, oh, oh
Woho, oh, oh
Well, that's not fair

Now I ain't much of a poet
But I know somebody once told me to seize the moment
And don't squander it
And never know when it could all be over
Tomorrow so I keep conjuring
Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn come from?
My OCD is conking me in the head
Keep knocking, nobody's home, sleepwalking
I'm just relaying what the voice of my head saying

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me
Stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy
Yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well, that's not fair
Woho, oh, oh
Woho, oh, oh
Woho, oh, oh
Well, that's not fair
Woho, oh, oh
Woho, oh, oh
Woho, oh, oh