I have two heads   Where's the man, he's late   One burns, one's 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 dar, 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 the devil's roof   Under a devil's moon   I don't care and you don't move