The Heads



Give 'em no hope

No tenderness

No holiness

No sensitivity

No love

No heart

No imagination

No compassion



No talking just head

I cannot be dead

I will be in your head

You will be on your knees

You'll be beggin' me, 'Please

Make it fucking stop'!



No peace of mind

No serenity

No mercy mild

No divinity

You will give them no quarter

No inspiration

Isolation



No talking just head

That's what I said

I will be in your head

And you'll be down on your knees

Beggin' me, `Please - '



Sometimes I feel - sometimes I feel 

	like a motherfuckingless child



Grease it up good

Work it back and forth

You don't even know who I am

Think of the good things

Remember the bad

No illusions



No talking just head

I cannot be dead!

When you pull the switch

I will be in your head

Greasin' it up good.



No talking just head

You've been misled

I will be in your head

Workin' it back and forth

Like I knew that I would



No tenderness

No compassion

No sensitivity

No love

No holiness

No spirituality

No imagination

No heart

No divinity

No charity

No mercy

No hope

No karma

No devotion

No immorality

No soul



No talking just head

I cannot be dead!

I will be in your head

You will be down on your knees

And you'll be beggin' me, `Please

Make it fucking stop'!