Texty: Throwing Muses. Hunkpapa. Devil's Roof.

I have two heads
Where's the man? He's late
One burns one's sky
Where's the man? He's late
I'm two headed
One free, one sticky

But is it freedom can burn?
Is sticky ever blue?
For instance, where's my husband?

This is what I need
Why I can't stay
God, this is the Devil
Too bad he's late

I love the smell of beer
The smell of dark, the feel of dark
To feel the rug, to press the rug
Beneath me, a small party

But is it sinners can burn?
I hear we let them speak
For instance, where's my husband?

If you're my husband
I tell you something
Dance on the Devil's roof
Under a Devil's moon
I don't care and you don't move

Dance on the Devil's roof
Under a Devil's moon
I don't care and you don't move
Dance on the Devil's roof
Under a Devil's moon
I don't care and you don't move