Lyrics Echo & the Bunnymen

Echo & the Bunnymen

Heads Will Roll

Partly politic heads will roll

Mostly politic God must call

Till the winning hand

Does belong to me

What if no one's calling

God then must be falling

If I ever met you in a private place

I would stare you you into the ground

That's how I'd articulate

The value of my face, the value on my face

What if no one's calling

God then must be falling

What if no one's calling

God then must be falling

What if no one's calling

God then must be falling

What if no one's calling

God then must be falling