Headhunter - Doyle

We stalk your streets at night

We are looking for some fun

We walk the devils path

His work is never done

Whoa-oh, some heads will roll tonight

The life of a headhunter

Whoa-oh 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 devils dogs collecting souls of men

Whoa-oh, some heads will roll tonight

The life of a headhunter

Whoa-oh 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

I am 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

I am a headhunter

I’m a headhunter

I’m a headhunter

I’m a headhunter