I have two heads Wheres the man, hes late One burns, ones sky Wheres the man, hes late Im two headed one free one sticky But is it freedom can burn? Is sticky ever blue? For instance wheres my husband? This is what I need why I cant stay God, this is the devil too bad hes late I love the smell of beer The smell of dark, the feel of dark, to feel the rug To press the rug beneath me A small party But is it sinners can burn? I hear we let them speak For instance wheres my husband If youre my husband I tell you something Dance on the devils roof Under a devils moon I dont care and you dont move
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