[ Предположительная тональность: F#m ] F#m F#m F#m C#m E You want two heads on your body F#m E And you've got two mirrors in your hand. B5 A C#m A Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick G A C#m F#m and your nose is too small for this land. A Inside your head is your town A inside your room your jail A inside your mouth the elephant's trunk and booze A F#m the only key to your bail F#m C#m E Two heads can be put together. F#m E And you can fill both your feet with sand. B5 A C#m No one will know you've gutted your mind A G A C#m F#m but what will you do with your bloody hands? A Your lions are fighting with chairs, A your arms are incredibly fat; A Your women are tired of dying alive A F#m if you've had any women at that. F#m C#m E Wearing your comb like an ax in your head F#m E List'ning for signs of life; B5 A C#m A Children are sucking on stone and lead G A C#m F#m And chasing their hoops with a knife; A New breasts and jewels for the girl, A Keep them polished and shining; A Put a lock on her belly at night, sweet life, A F#m For no child of mine. C#m9 C#m7 C#m9 C#m7 (random gibberish)