F#m F#m


    F#m               C#m     E
You want two heads on your body

F#m                               E
And you've got two mirrors in your hand.

B5                    A          C#m                A
  Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick

         G            A             C#m        F#m
and your nose is too small for this land.


A
Inside your head is your town
A
inside your room your jail
A
inside your mouth the elephant?s trunk and booze
A                    F#m
the only key to your bail


 F#m                 C#m   E
Two heads can be put together.

    F#m                    E
And you can fill both your feet with sand.

B5                        A           C#m 
  No one will know you've gutted your mind

A    G             A            C#m              F#m
 but what will you do with your bloody hands?


A
Your lions are fighting with chairs,
A
your arms are incredibly fat;
A
Your women are tired of dying alive
A                          F#m
if you've had any women at that.


F#m                       C#m       E
Wearing your comb like an ax in your head

F#m            E
List'ning for signs of life;
           
B5                         A    C#m  A
  Children are sucking on stone and lead

    G              A            C#m               F#m
 And chasing their hoops with a knife;



A
New breasts and jewels for the girl,
A
Keep them polished and shining;
A
Put a lock on her belly at night, sweet life,
A               F#m 
For no child of mine. 


C#m9 C#m7 C#m9 C#m7 (random gibberish)