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 elephant's trunk and booze

The only key to your bail Want two heads on your body

And you've got two mirrors in your hand Two heads can be put together

And you can fill both your feet with sand

No one 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

Listening 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 Want two heads on your body

And you've got two mirrors in your hand