(intro 2x) 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 elephant's 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.