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 elephants 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 )