F#m E You want two heads on your body E And you've got two mirrors in your hand. A Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick F#m and your nose is too small for this land.
A Inside your head is your town A inside your room your jail A inside your mouth the elephant’s trunk and booze F#m the only key to your bail E Two heads can be put together. E And you can fill both your feet with sand. C#m No one will know you've gutted your mind F#m but what will you do with your bloody hands? A Your lions are fighting with chairs, A your arms are incredibly fat; A Your women are tired of dying alive F#m if you've had any women at that. E Wearing your comb like an ax in your head E List'ning for signs of life; A Children are sucking on stone and lead F#m And chasing their hoops with a knife; A New breasts and jewels for the girl, A Keep them polished and shining; A Put a lock on her belly at night, sweet life, F#m For no child of mine. C#m7 (random gibberish)
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