Those Heads Are Our Heads Songtext
von Iron Chic

This starts and ends with me
A long dead branch on my family tree
Their faith and my faith
Just never seemed to mean the same thing

My fondest memory
I scared the devil so bad, he sold his soul to me
What′s next? What's left?
What can you do besides die a slow death?

You try and you make it work
It′s not real if it doesn't hurt
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh

You try to drown, but you're still breathing
You try to bite, but you′re only teething
Don′t overthink it
We got a ship and the means to sink it


I've got a choice to make
Almost every second that I′m awake
That may be the reason
I'd rather be sleeping

You try and you make it work
It′s not real if it doesn't hurt
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, ho

You try to drown, but you′re still breathing
Wanna bite, but you're only teething
Don't overthink it
We got a ship and the means to sink it

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh

I′m sick of hearing that I′m a victim
That not the cure, it's a fucking symptom
Try not to jinx it
A sinking ship and the means to fix it