Take all of the evil out of my head (I'm gonna set it in your hand, son) Let it spill out onto the street Oh, please just let it leave me What'cha gonna do about the voices? What'cha gonna do about me? Take all of these needles out of my arm (They don't slide in so easily) Tell me what's your drug of choice, boy? Satan, suicide or maybe blasphemy What'cha gonna do about the voices? What'cha gonna do about me? Touch me, oh Lord, come down Make me an angel, put on my wings Let me dance for you, honey I wanna show you how good I can be