You want two heads on your body
And you've got two mirrors
in your hand
Priests are made of brick
with gold crosses on a stick
and your nose is
too small for this land
Inside your head is your town
inside your room your jail
inside your mouth
the elephants trunk and booze
the only key to your bail
Two heads can be put together
And you can fill
both your feet with sand
None will know you've
gutted your mind
but what will you do
with your bloody hands?
Your lions are fighting
with chairs
your arms are incredibly fat
Your women are tired
of dying alive
if you've had any women at that
Wearing your comb
like an ax in your head
List'ning for signs of life
Children are sucking on
stone and lead
And chasing their hoops
with a knife
New breasts and jewels
for the girl
Keep them polished and shining
Put a lock on her belly
at night, sweet life
For no child of mine
You want two heads on your body
And you've got two mirrors
in your hand