heads gonna roll

since i haven't talked to you i dream about you

baby blues

and wonder why you stopped getting high

even though we were just friends

i think of us as bookends

and i'm gonna love you till i die

and you think you're going to heaven

and that i am going to hell

and that i'm gonna keep on dancing

till i hear that ringing bell

heads gonna roll

baby

everybody's gotta pay that toll

and maybe after all is said and done

we'll all be skulls

heads gonna roll

took a little trip up north

in a borrowed convertible red porsche

with a narcoleptic poet from duluth

and we disagreed about everything

from elliott smith to grenadine

he fell asleep and i put up the roof

and he took me to a graveyard

i thought he'd kill me there

and he kissed me on the corner

while the nuns of harlem stared

oh

heads gonna roll

baby

everybody's gotta pay that toll

and maybe after all is said and done

we'll all be skulls

heads gonna roll

smoking marlboro cigarettes

almost makes me forget about riding on a private jet with you

i hope the sycophants in marrakesh

make you feel your best

anonymity must make you feel blue

and you think i'm going to heaven and you are going to hell

with your back to the medina as if you were in jail

heads gonna roll

baby

everybody's gotta pay that toll

and maybe after all is said and done

we'll all be skulls

heads gonna roll

ladies

we're gonna drink until they close

and maybe a little bit of hooking up is good for the soul

heads gonna roll