Heads Gonna Roll

F     G     C     C7
F     G     C

C
Since I haven’t talked to you, I
Em
Dream about your baby blues, and
Am                                G
Wonder why you stopped getting high

C
And even though we were just friends, I
Em
Think of us as bookends, and I
Am                       G
Gonna love you till I die

        F                     C
And you think you’re going to heaven
         F             G
And that I am going to hell
         F                 C
And that I’m gonna keep on dancing
       F                 G     G7
Till I hear that ringing bell

F  G        C    C7
Heads gonna roll, baby
F    G                      C    C7
Everybody’s gotta pay their toll, and maybe
F           G
After all is said and done
Am        G  F
We’ll all be skulls
F  G        C
Heads gonna roll (roll)

C
Took a little trip up north, in a
Em
Borrowed convertible red Porsche, with a
Am                          G
Narcoleptic poet from Duluth

        C
And we, disagreed about everything, from
Em
Elliot Smith to Grenadine, he
Am                               G
Fell asleep and I put up the roof

       F            C
And he took me to a graveyard
  F                    G
I thought he’d kill me there
       F                C
And he kissed me on the corner
          F              G      G7
While the nuns of Harlem stared, Oh-h

F  G        C    C7
Heads gonna roll, baby
F    G                      C    C7
Everybody’s gotta pay their toll, and maybe
F           G
After all is said and done
Am        G  F
We’ll all be skulls
F  G        C
Heads gonna roll (roll)

F     G     C     C7
F     G     C

C
Smoking Marlboro cigarettes
Em
Almost makes me forget, about
Am                              G
Riding on a private jet with you

           C
I hope the sycophants in Marrakesh
Em
Make you feel your very best
Am                          G
Anonymity must make you blue

        F                  C
And you think I’m going to heaven
         F                G
And that you are going to hell
          F           C
With your back to the medina
   F              G     G7
As if you were in jail

F  G        C    C7
Heads gonna roll, baby
F    G                      C    C7
Everybody’s gotta pay their toll, and maybe
F            G
After all is said and done
Am        G  F
We’ll all be skulls
F  G        C     C7
Heads gonna roll (roll)

F  G        C    C7
Heads gonna roll, ladies
F           G                C     C7
We’re gonna drink until they close, and maybe
F               G
A little bit of hooking up
Am              F
Is good for the soul
F  G        C
Heads gonna roll

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