I’m driving down the freeway going hundred and five
Helicopter high in the ice blue sky
I 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 is holes into my head
If I can roll the dice once I can lose again
Vulture sit close on the telephone wire 
and the devils in my brain, 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 listen to a bald faced liar
But nobody hears, when your 

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

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 f***in’ 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