I have two heads. Where's the man? He's late. One burns, one 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 dark, 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 a devil's roof. Under a devil's moon. I don't care And you don't move And you don't move And you don't move