I have two heads

Where's the man, he's late

One burns, one's sky

Where's the man, he's late

I'm two headed one free one sticky



But is it freedom can burn?

Is sticky ever blue?

For instance where's my husband?



This is what I need why I can't stay

God, this is the devil too bad he's late

I love the smell of beer

The smell of dar, the feel of dark, to feel the rug

To press the rug beneath me

A small party



But is it sinners can burn?

I hear we let them speak

For instance where's my husband



If you're my husband I tell you something

Dance on the devil's roof

Under a devil's moon

I don't care and you don't move


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