I'm in a cold and lonely tomb….
Surrounded by darkness... In my new found home...
I’m not alone, anymore... Alone, anymore…
I’m looking back… At yesterday…
I do remember… (remember)… My escape, and what I have to do… Have to do… Have to do…
Have to do, don’t you see… Don’t you see... Don’t you see… ?
Heads on the wall (1)… 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…
Your soul can’t escape, if you lose your head…
But it lives on in the brain, in your brain… In your brain… In your brain…
Don’t you see… 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 Belle, 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 sur… (sur)... No one knows where I am
Especially that men, I remember…
I can’t get rid of those voices…
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