Heads On The Wall
I'm in a cold and lonely tomb
Surrounded by darkness in my newfound home
I'm not alone, anymore, alone, anymore
I'm looking back at yesterday
I do remember my escape, and what I had to do
Have to do, don't you see, don't you see
Heads on the wall... i'm looking at
Heads on the wall... dead yet alive
Heads on the wall
I'm looking at heads on the wall... heads
Did you know, if you die in a graveyard
The soul can't escape if you lose your head
But it lives on in the brain... in your brain
Don't you see, don't you see
Heads on the wall... i'm looking at
Heads on the wall... dead yet alive
Heads on the wall
I'm looking at heads on the wall
Last night, when I climbed the cemetery gate
I saw a man digging in the ground
Working the late shift, it was the gravedigger
Jeremiah had worked here for years
Already had one foot in the grave
With my help we got in the other
I can't believe... he wasn't stronger
Mary the hooker was coming to church
To let the reverend fill up her purse
Jesse bell, may his soul rest in hell
No one must find out, no one must tell
Heads on the wall... i'm looking at
Heads on the wall... dead yet alive
Heads on the wall
And they're staring at me, and me, and me
No one comes and leaves again
I've got to make sure no one knows where I am
Especially that man... i remember
I can't get rid of those voices
Surrounded by darkness in my newfound home
I'm not alone, anymore, alone, anymore
I'm looking back at yesterday
I do remember my escape, and what I had to do
Have to do, don't you see, don't you see
Heads on the wall... i'm looking at
Heads on the wall... dead yet alive
Heads on the wall
I'm looking at heads on the wall... heads
Did you know, if you die in a graveyard
The soul can't escape if you lose your head
But it lives on in the brain... in your brain
Don't you see, don't you see
Heads on the wall... i'm looking at
Heads on the wall... dead yet alive
Heads on the wall
I'm looking at heads on the wall
Last night, when I climbed the cemetery gate
I saw a man digging in the ground
Working the late shift, it was the gravedigger
Jeremiah had worked here for years
Already had one foot in the grave
With my help we got in the other
I can't believe... he wasn't stronger
Mary the hooker was coming to church
To let the reverend fill up her purse
Jesse bell, may his soul rest in hell
No one must find out, no one must tell
Heads on the wall... i'm looking at
Heads on the wall... dead yet alive
Heads on the wall
And they're staring at me, and me, and me
No one comes and leaves again
I've got to make sure no one knows where I am
Especially that man... i remember
I can't get rid of those voices
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Writer(s): Kim Petersen, Anders Allhage
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