We stalk your streets at night We are looking for some fun We walk the devils path His work is never done
Some heads will roll tonight The life of a headhunter
At night I hear their call I'll bring them home, hang them on my wall Or pile them up in a closet down the hall We are the cannibals Consumers of the flesh We are the devil's dogs collecting souls of men
Some heads will roll tonight The life of a headhunter
At night I hear their call I'll bring them home, hang them on my wall Or pile them up in a closet down the hall I'm collecting the souls of the dead I trap them inside of their own severed heads And in the afterlife they will be my slaves
