Heads Gonna Roll - Jenny Lewis

Since I haven’t talked to you, I

Dream about your baby blues and

Wonder why you stopped getting high

Even though we were just friends

I think of us as bookends

And I’m gonna love you 'til I die

And you think you’re going to Heaven

And that I am going to Hell

And that I’m gonna keep on dancing

'Til I hear that ringing bell

Heads gonna roll, baby

Everybody’s gotta pay that toll and maybe

After all is said and done, we’ll all be skulls

Heads gonna roll

Took a little trip up North

In a borrowed convertible red Porsche

With a narcoleptic poet from Duluth

And we disagreed about everything

From Elliott Smith to Grenadine

He fell asleep and I put up the roof

And he took me to a graveyard

I thought he’d kill me there

And he kissed me on the corner

While the nuns of Harlem stared

Oh, heads gonna roll, baby

Everybody’s gotta pay that toll and maybe

After all is said and done, we’ll all be skulls

Heads gonna roll

Smoking Marlboro cigarettes

Almost makes me forget about

Riding on a private jet with you

I hope the sycophants in Marrakesh

Make you feel your very best

Anonymity must make you blue

And you think I’m going to Heaven

And that you are going to Hell

With your back to the medina

As if you were in jail

Oh, heads gonna roll, baby

Everybody’s gotta pay that toll and maybe

After all is said and done, we’ll all be skulls

Heads gonna roll

Heads gonna roll, ladies

We’re gonna drink until they close and maybe

A little bit of hooking up is good for the soul

Heads gonna roll