(intro 2x) F#m
F#m C#m E
You want two heads on your body
F#m E
And you've got two mirrors in your hand.
B5 A C#m A
Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick
G A C#m 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
A F#m
the only key to your bail
F#m C#m E
Two heads can be put together.
F#m E
And you can fill both your feet with sand.
B5 A C#m
No one will know you've gutted your mind
A G A C#m 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
A F#m
if you've had any women at that.
F#m C#m E
Wearing your comb like an ax in your head
F#m E
List'ning for signs of life;
B5 A C#m A
Children are sucking on stone and lead
G A C#m 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,
A F#m
For no child of mine.
