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You want two heads on your body
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And you've got two mirrors in your hand.
B5AC#mA
Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick
GAC#mF#m
and your nose is too small for this land.
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Inside your head is your town
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inside your room your jail
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inside your mouth the elephant’s trunk and booze
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the only key to your bail
F#mC#mE
Two heads can be put together.
F#mE
And you can fill both your feet with sand.
B5AC#m
No one will know you've gutted your mind
AGAC#mF#m
but what will you do with your bloody hands?
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Your lions are fighting with chairs,
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your arms are incredibly fat;
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Your women are tired of dying alive
AF#m
if you've had any women at that.
F#mC#mE
Wearing your comb like an ax in your head
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List'ning for signs of life;
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Children are sucking on stone and lead
GAC#mF#m
And chasing their hoops with a knife;
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New breasts and jewels for the girl,
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Keep them polished and shining;
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Put a lock on her belly at night, sweet life,
AF#m
For no child of mine.