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F#m F#m
You F#mwant two heads on C#myour bodEy F#mAnd you've got two mirrors in yourE hand.
B5 Priests are made of Abrick with C#mgold crosses on a sAtick and your Gnose is too sAmall for this C#mland. F#m
AInside your head is your town Ainside your room your jail Ainside your mouth the elephant’s trunk and booze Athe only key to your F#mbail
TF#mwo heads can be put C#mtogethEer. And F#myou can fill both your Efeet with sand.
B5 No one will know you've Agutted your C#mmind A but Gwhat will you Ado with your C#mbloody hands? F#m
AYour lions are fighting with chairs, Ayour arms are incredibly fat; AYour women are tired of dying alive Aif you've had any women at F#mthat.
F#mWearing your comb like an C#max in yourE head F#mList'ning for sEigns of life;
B5 Children are sucking on sAtone C#mand lAead AndG chasing their Ahoops with a C#mknife; F#m
ANew breasts and jewels for the girl, AKeep them polished and shining; APut a lock on her belly at night, sweet life, AFor no child of F#mmine.
C#m9 C#m7 C#m9 C#m7 (random gibberish)