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 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