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F#m
You F#mwant two heads on C#myour bodEy
F#mAnd you've got two mirrors in youEr hand.
B5 Priests are made of Abrick with C#mgold crosses on a sAtick
and your Gnose is too sAmall for this C#mland. F#m
AInside your head is your town
Ainside your room your jail
Ainside your mouth the elephant?s trunk and booze
Athe only key to your F#mbail
TF#mwo heads can be put C#mtogethEer.
And F#myou can fill both your Efeet with sand.
B5 No one will know you'veA gutted yourC#m mind
A but Gwhat will you Ado with your C#mbloody hands? F#m
AYour lions are fighting with chairs,
Ayour arms are incredibly fat;
AYour women are tired of dying alive
Aif you've had any women at F#mthat.
F#mWearing your comb like an C#max in yourE head
F#mList'ning for sEigns of life;
B5 Children are sucking on sAtone C#mand lAead
AndG chasing their Ahoops with a C#mknife; F#m
ANew breasts and jewels for the girl,
AKeep them polished and shining;
APut a lock on her belly at night, sweet life,
AFor no child of F#mmine.
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