Two Heads

You want two heads on you body
 And you've got two mirrors in your hand.
 Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick
 and your nose is too small for this land.
 Inside your head is your town
 inside your room your jail
 inside your mouth the elephants trunk and booze,
 the only key to your bail
 Coda:
 Want two heads on your body
 and you've got two mirrors in your hand
 Two heads can be put together.
 And you can fill both your feet with sand.
 Noone will know you've gutted your mind
 but what will you do with your bloody hands?
 Your lions are fighting with chairs,
 your arms are incredibly fat;
 Your women are tired of dying alive
 if you've had any women at that.
 Wearing your comb like an axe in your head
 List'ning for signs of life;
 Children are sucking on stone and lead
 And chasing their hoops with a knife;
 New breasts and jewels for the girl,
 Keep them polished and shining;
 Put a lock on her belly at night, sweet life,
 For no child of mine. (Go to Coda)