Heads Gonna Roll

Since I haven't talked to you
 I dream about your 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
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 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 very best
 Anonymity must make you blue
 And you think I'm going to heaven
 And that you are going to hell
 With your back to the medina
 As if you were in jail
 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
 
 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 roll