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 rollTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
