Therapy - Who knows

I've wasted my time trying to figure out Who you are, what you're on, what you're all about This is no time to say maybe This is the time to get heavy Who knows what goes on in that head of yours Knows what goes on in that head of yours Knows what goes on, sometimes It's a festered fucked up sign of the times When you look at the teeth and not at the eyes You'll knock yourself out in Hollywood It's hard to see your soul when it's down your throat Who knows what goes on in that head of yours Who knows what goes on in that head of yours Knows what goes on, sometimes First on the bottle and last on the pills All this good health is making you ill You're a model, actress, anything You're a fucked up loser, nobody Who knows Who knows Who knows what goes on in that head of yours Knows what goes on in that head of yours Knows what goes on Who knows what goes on in that head of yours Knows what goes on in that head of yours Knows what goes on, sometimes Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes Yeah