Shut the Fuck Up, Get Out of My Head — An adult person throws open the windows of a sunlit room as tangled thoughts escape harmlessly into birds, ribbons and flowers

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Shut the Fuck Up, Get Out of My Head

Words by Douglas Heyes Jr. Listen to the recorded versions and follow the lyric below.

Original Doug Heyes lyrics · AI-generated music & vocals

An enraged narrator demands distance from a voice that continues to occupy his thoughts. Accusations escalate into insults and threats, making the wish for silence part of an increasingly hostile monologue. The lyric presents anger feeding on its own echoes, with the speaker unable to escape the confrontation even in dreams.

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3 recordings. Different voices and arrangements bring another side of the song into the light.

Lyrics

Shut the Fuck Up, Get Out of My Head

Words by Douglas Heyes Jr

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SHUT THE FUCK UP, GET OUT OF MY HEAD

Shut the fuck up
And get out of my head
I still can't remember
A thing you ever said
You been screamin' like a Bird
In the Daily Word
You been reamin' me a new one
And it's totally absurd
Blowin' it like bubble gum
Putting me out on the run
Shut me out like 1 on 1
But I'm gonna get me some

Nobody could give a damn
You're such a fuckin' liar
Got a brain like spam in a can
Your mouth could light a forest fire
There's a line down in the sand
Cross it if you think you can
You better do just what I said
Shut the fuck up
And get out of my head

I can hear you screamin'
Even when I'm dreamin'
Like arrows bouncin' off the walls
I think you grew a pair of balls
I know one thing that's for sure
Mine are lots bigger than yours
So if you keep on comin' round
I might have to chop you down

Shut the fuck up and get out of my face
Running your mouth all over the place
How dare you even be alive
You ought to be over on the other side
They might know what to do with you
As for me, I'm through with you
Don't be draggin' your ass round here
You're the top of the class of fuckin' weird

Shut the fuck up
And get out of my head
I'm gonna tell ya what the doctor said
He said you'd be better off dead
So shut the fuck up
And get out of my head
Another Saturday night and it's burning red
So shut the fuck up
And get out of my head

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