Heads on Fire

I’m driving down the freeway going hundred and five Helicopter high in the ice blue sky Gotta a Buddha on the dash and a smoke in my mouth All the signs say North but I’m headed South The sun is burning holes into my head If I can roll the dice once I can lose again Vultures sit close on the telephone wires and the Devil's in my brain Now my heads on fire My heads on fire My heads on fire My heads on fire Whoa heads on fire Now my heads on fire Whoa heads on fire Now my heads on fire The doctor was a shrink who put a hole in his head Now the bitch wants to know "Is he really dead?" Widows knockin’ every morning on my door Mama want to make me into a whore I got a gun in my pocket goin’ clickety click And a bomb in my mind goin’ tickety tick Everybody listens to a bald-faced liar But nobody hears When your heads on fire Whoa heads on fire When your heads on fire Whoa heads on fire Whoa heads on fire My heads on fire Your heads on fire Whoa heads on fire The knife in my back calls for livin’ a lie Keep another one down just to survive Choke on another hymnal Live your life like a funeral Money, money, money, money, money All the fat man eats is honey Money, money, money All the fat man eats is honey Smoke, Burn, Smoke, F*ck yeah Hose me off and make me clean I’m not much of a dancing queen Well I gotta go out but I’ll stay in I keep fuckin’ around with the shape I’m in I got a gun in my pocket goin’ clickety click And a bomb in my mind goin’ tickety tick Everybody listen to a bald faced liar But nobody hears, when your Heads on fire Your heads on fire When your heads on fire Whoa heads on fire Now my heads on fire My heads on fire My heads on fire Now my heads on fire When your heads on fire Your heads on fire My heads on fire Now my heads on fire Whoa heads on fire