You got music in the palm of your hands And there’s money for the drugs and the band You got pretty little kids you can bruise But you can’t get the talent off your shoes You got eyes in the back of my head You got eyes in the back of my head You got eyes in the back of my head You got eyes in the back of my head He’s got a tiny little radio mind And a pale green face at the stop sign He’s a dream for the misunderstood Now black’s the new blue and bad’s the new good You got eyes in the back of my head You got eyes in the back of my head You got eyes in the back of my head You got eyes in the back of my head You got eyes in the back of my head You got eyes in the back of my head You got eyes in the back of my head You got eyes in the back of my head They got eyes in the back of your head It’s like a blind man sleeping in your bed You pay him absolutely nothing for relief But you need it much more than self-belief You got eyes in the back of my head You got eyes in the back of my head You got eyes in the back of my head You got eyes in the back of my head...