Two weeks of rock and sure
Putting hippies on ignore
We have ways to make you wet
That taste of human flesh
We’re going head on
We’re going head on
We’re going head on
Not down, but head on
In the night when the prostitute’s tired
While you and me we are only trying
Can you hear that she-male crying?
I guess it’s really tired of dying
Yeah!
Two weeks of rock and roll
I need to lose control
We have way to make you wet
That taste of human flesh
We’re going head on
We’re going head on
We’re going head on
Not down, but head on
In the night when the prostitute’s tired
While you and me we are only trying
Can you hear that she-male crying?
I guess it’s really tired of dying
Yeah!
We’re going head on
We’re going head on
We’re going head on
Not down, but head on
