Where's the man, he's late
One burns, one's 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 dar, 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 the devil's roof
Under a devil's moon
I don't care and you don't move