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)