I have two heads.

Where's the man? He's late.

One burns, one sky

Where's the man? He's late.

I'm two-headed, one free, one sticky.

But is it freedom can burn?

Is sticky ever blue?

For instance, where's my husband?

This is what I need.

Why I can't stay.

God, this is the devil.

Too bad he's 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, where's my husband?

If you're my husband.

I tell you something.

Dance on a devil's roof.

Under a devil's moon.

I don't care...

and you don't move(3x).