Heads

Come to me, babe, but come facing away Look back, you'll see me, it's a grownup at play You might be

J. Napolitano/The Heads I'm picking my skin, I'm scratching the floor I'm alive and it's

Pink confetti, shotgun wedding Rocket secrets, someone's shredding Nineteenth floor Laundry

The Heads She was a punk Lolita C.B.G.B. era Holes in her stocking Nothing is shocking Down

Give 'em no hope, no tenderness No holiness, no sensitivity No love, no heart No imagination, no

And Charlie Chance mocks castles in the air And bang, romance it rocks his cradles of despair Only the

They came from the second city Where the screams came unattached Addiction was the latest style In the

Jungle is massive So if you need a new direction In the way you think and feel You let me know,

There's buzzin' and ringin' in my ear And I wonder where do I go from here The moments missed,

Just a glimpse of thigh And the footlights of my burlesque season Blaze across the sky And I'm

Another Saturday night and she knows where she's goin' To that small corner bar on the far side of

I had a job washin' dishes in a sink It made me rich but in a different kind of way I could cut my hair

Two love stories She installed a video camera over her bed in the bedroom No more lonely nights, in a

J. Napolitano/The Heads If I had a dog like you I'd drag you all over this town Everybody would be