Lyrics J Rice – The Monster

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

I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek
Oh well, guess beggers can’t be choosey
Wanted to receive attention for my music
Wanted to be left alone, public excuse me
Been wanting my cake, and eat it too
Wanting it both ways
Fame may be a balloon cause my ego inflated
When I blew see it was confusing
Cause all I wanted to do’s be
the Bruce Lee of loose leaf… Abused ink,
used it as a tool when I blew steam
Hit the lottery (oh wee)
but With what I gave up to get was bittersweet
It was like winning a huge meet
Ironic ’cause I think I’m getting so huge I need a shrink
I’m beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep
Going cucko and cuckier as Kool Keith
But I’m actually weirder than you think
Cause I’m…

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

Well, that’s not fair
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
Cause you never know when it could all be over
Tomorrow I wonder
where these thoughts spawn from
(Yeah, ponder it, do you wonder’s no wonder you’re losing your mind the way you’re brought up?)
I think you’ve been wandering off down yonder and stumbled on to Jeff VanVonderen
Cause I need a interventionist to intervene between me and this monster
save me from myself and all this conflict
the very things I love are killing me and I can’t conquer it
My OCD is conking me in the head
Keep knocking, nobody’s home, I’m sleepwalking
I’m just relaying what the voice of my head saying
Don’t shoot the messenger, I’m just friends with the…

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