The Neighbors

Have you ever had those neighbors That argue all the time? Well, I'll bet the ones you have Aren't nearly as bad as mine I guess mine's called my conscience My shoulders are their home A devil on the left, an angel on the right And they just won't leave me alone Now all they do is argue I just feel so abused They always leave me scratching my head And even a little confused The devil says, "Go ahead and do it, Who's ever gonna know" The angel says, "You better not listen, Just because he told you so" I mean it, my neck gets sore From turning left and right All I ever do is listen Cause all they ever do is fight Even while I'm trying to sleep I'm awakened by their screams Can you believe it? I'm serious They even argue about my dreams Even when I'm taking a shower I still get no privacy They put on their little shower caps And hop right in with me So tell me, what's a man to do, When he has so many choices? "Please, somebody help me, Put a stop to my neighbor's voices