Listen to what it sounds like in my head

steve'e-head.jpgThe Doctors pulled a wattmeter out of an old factory They gussied it up a bit with greasy French fry oil It was protected with wattle and daub Even a clumsy fool could drop it from a table And it could still read the sounds coming from brains They lured me in by offering chocolates and tea I said a prayer and off I went There were wires and charts and white jackets There were name badges and goggles and needles and gloves