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Two Heads

Tom: A

Introdução: F#m    

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          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.