| Song | In My Head |
| Artist | Black Flag |
| Album | Who's Got The 10 1/2? |
| I hear voices when no one's around | |
| Silent voices that no one can see | |
| I hear voices that don't make a sound | |
| The distant calling that calls out to me | |
| Feels so nice and hopeless when i'm rotting in your arms | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| Sometimes fables(?) | |
| Are different than mine | |
| They always come over when no one's around | |
| Strangers(?) dark | |
| They crawl in my face and won't leave me alone | |
| Feels so nice and hopeless when i'm burning through your skull | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your brain | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| I (?) light | |
| I (?) side of my skull | |
| When i(?) alone | |
| Someone was laughing and pointing at me | |
| Feels so nice and hopeless when i'm rotting in your arms | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your brain | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| (?) side of my head | |
| The bullets are bright it's kept in the dark | |
| (?) side of my head | |
| (?) millions of (?) shot in the dark | |
| Feels so nice and hopeless when i'm rotting in your arms | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| I hear voices when no one's around | |
| Silent voices that no one can see | |
| I hear voices that don't make a sound | |
| The distant calling that calls out to me | |
| Feels so nice and hopeless when i'm rotting in your arms | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| Sometimes(?) | |
| They(?) | |
| When(?) | |
| (?) dark | |
| (?) and won't leave me alone | |
| Feels so nice and hopeless when i'm burning in your womb | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull | |
| In my head | |
| In my head |
| I hear voices when no one' s around | |
| Silent voices that no one can see | |
| I hear voices that don' t make a sound | |
| The distant calling that calls out to me | |
| Feels so nice and hopeless when i' m rotting in your arms | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| Sometimes fables? | |
| Are different than mine | |
| They always come over when no one' s around | |
| Strangers? dark | |
| They crawl in my face and won' t leave me alone | |
| Feels so nice and hopeless when i' m burning through your skull | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your brain | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| I ? light | |
| I ? side of my skull | |
| When i? alone | |
| Someone was laughing and pointing at me | |
| Feels so nice and hopeless when i' m rotting in your arms | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your brain | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| ? side of my head | |
| The bullets are bright it' s kept in the dark | |
| ? side of my head | |
| ? millions of ? shot in the dark | |
| Feels so nice and hopeless when i' m rotting in your arms | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| I hear voices when no one' s around | |
| Silent voices that no one can see | |
| I hear voices that don' t make a sound | |
| The distant calling that calls out to me | |
| Feels so nice and hopeless when i' m rotting in your arms | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| Sometimes? | |
| They? | |
| When? | |
| ? dark | |
| ? and won' t leave me alone | |
| Feels so nice and hopeless when i' m burning in your womb | |
| In my head | |
| In my head | |
| I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull | |
| In my head | |
| In my head |