I have two heads
Where`s the man, he`s late
One burns, one`s sky
Where`s the man, he`s late
I`m two headed one free one sticky
But is it freedom can burn?
Is sticky ever blue?
For instance where`s my husband?
This is what I need why I can`t stay
God, this is the devil too bad he`s late
I love the smell of beer
The smell of dar, the feel of dark, to feel the rug
To press the rug beneath me
A small party
But is it sinners can burn?
I hear we let them speak
For instance where`s my husband