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I'm in a cold and lonely tomb,

surrounded by darkness in

my newfound home.

I'm not alone anymore,

alone anymore.

I'm looking back at yesterday,

I do remember my escape

and what I had to do.

Have to do, don't you see, don't you see?

Heads on the wall, I'm looking at

heads on the wall, dead yet alive.

Heads on the wall, I'm looking at

heads on the wall, heads!

Did you know if you die in a graveyard,

the soul can't escape if you lose your head?

But it lives on in the brain, in your brain

don't you see, don't you see?

Heads on the wall, I'm looking at

heads on the wall, dead yet alive.

Heads on the wall, I'm looking at

heads on the wall.

Last night when

I climbed the cemetery gate,

I saw a man digging in the ground.

Working the late shift, it was the gravedigger!

Jeremiah had worked here for years,

already had one foot in the grave.

And with my help we got in the other,

I can't believe he wasn't stronger.

Mary the hooker was coming to

church to let the reverend fill up her purse.

And Jesse Bell, may his soul rest in Hell,

no one must find out, no one must tell.

Heads on the wall, I'm looking at

their heads on the wall, dead yet alive.

Heads on the wall and they're staring

at me and me and me.

No one comes and leaves again,

I've got to make sure no one

knows where I am.

Especially "that" man, I remember,

I can't get rid of those voices.