| In the champagne drought |
| I lost my mind |
| So I started smoking cigarettes with boxed wine |
| When I made a sound |
| My neighbors cried |
| Said all my songs sound just like drunken lullabies |
| Said I couldn’t change |
| So I broke the mold |
| And I put my dreams in bottles knowing they would float |
| To a better place |
| Where I could be myself |
| Don’t want to be another blonde doll on the shelf |
| Every day all day, every day all day |
| Ah, ah, I hear choirs in my head; they won’t stop until I’m dead |
| Ah, ah, I hear choirs in my head, in my head |
| And I like to think |
| They’re all my friends |
| When I fall apart they put me back together again |
| It’s like they see and understand |
| Every day all day, every day when |
| People show their teeth |
| Don’t bite your tongue |
| Baby you’re a diamond shining with no lights on |
| If it gives you peace, keep raising hell |
| Every day all day, every day all day |
| Ah, ah, I hear choirs in my head; they won’t stop until I’m dead |
| Ah, ah, I hear choirs in my head, in my head |
| I finally got where I wanted |
| Yeah I think that I’ve found the way |
| I finally got what I needed |
| With the voices I have in my brain |
| Ah, ah, I hear choirs in my head; they won’t stop until I’m dead |
| Ah, ah, I hear choirs in my head, in my head |