Heads Will Roll

Life is more then time

Soaked red with blood and wine

Father keeps inside more then you want to know

And mother picks the pieces up off the floor

Ooh… you cry your eyes out on your big iron bed

But there's work to be done

The consequence of truth is that voice in your head

There's work to be done

We have the fight

Of broken sons

Smoking barrels

And our blazing guns

The fire burns away

What comes undone

And heads will roll

If that's what we want

Love's a rolling stone

A sacred vow to the unknown

And we have bombs but it's not war that we want

And we'll protect ours with everything we've got

Ooh… so you cry your eyes out on your big iron bed

But there's work to be done

The consequence of truth is that voice in your head

There's work to be done