Текст песни Heads On Fire - Gentry Bronson

I'm driving down the freeway going hundred and five
Helicopter high in the ice-blue sky
Gotta a Buddha on the dash and a smoke in my mouth
All the signs say North but I'm headed South
The sun is burnin holes into my head
If I can roll the dice once I can lose again
Vultures sit close on the telephone wire
And the devil's in my brain

Now my heads on fire
My heads on fire
My heads on fire
My heads on fire
Whoa heads on fire
Now my heads on fire
Whoa heads on fire
Now my heads on fire

The doctor was a shrink who put a hole in his head
Now the bitch wants to know "Is he really dead?"
Widows knockin every morning on my door
Mama want to make me into a whore
I got a gun in my pocket goin clickety click
And a bomb in my mind goin tickety tick
Everybody listen to a bald-faced liar
But nobody hears

When your heads on fire
Whoa heads on fire
When your heads on fire
Whoa heads on fire
Whoa heads on fire
My heads on fire
Your heads on fire
Whoa heads on fire

The knife in my back calls for livin a lie
Keep another one down just to survive
Choke on another hymnal
Live your life like a funeral
Money, money, money, money, money
All the fat man eats is honey
Money, money, money
All the fat man eats is honey, no
Smoke
Burn
Smoke
Fuck yeah

Hose me off, make me clean I'm not
Much of a dancing queen
Well I gotta go out but I'll stay in
I keep fuckin around with the shape I'm in
I got a gun in my pocket goin clickety click
And a bomb in my mind goin tickety tick
Everybody listen to a bald-faced liar
But nobody hears, when your

Heads on fire
Your heads on fire
When your heads on fire
Whoa heads on fire
Now my heads on fire
My heads on fire
My heads on fire
Now my heads on fire
When your heads on fire
Your heads on fire
My heads on fire
Now my heads on fire
Whoa heads on fire