Lyrics The Orwells

The Orwells

Heavy Head

Dry-mouthed in the hot white sand

Duct-taped in a big white van

Put a bag over their heads

Cut a hole and their face turns red

I got this feeling when you're not around

Like a freight train runnin' through town

And when they bark at it don't make a sound

This whole generation don't make a

In every wolf

There's a dog looking for revenge

So take me to the desert

And chop off my heavy, heavy head

Oh and then unleash the basket and

Place it down

Upon my momma's bed

My heavy, heavy head

Dry-mouthed in the hot white sand

On the way to the promised land

Did you cross that man? (did you cross that man)

Did you pay that man? (you gotta pay that man)

I got this feeling when you're not around

Tied up on the Native's ground

And when they bark at it don't make a sound

This whole generation don't make a

In every wolf

There's a dog looking for revenge

So take me to the desert

And chop off my heavy, heavy head

Oh and then unleash the basket and

Place it down

Upon my momma's bed

My heavy, heavy head!