Songtext Heads gonna roll Jenny Lewis

Heads gonna roll

Since I haven't talked to you I dream about you, 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 till 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
Till 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 best
Anonymity must make you feel blue
And you think I'm going to heaven and you are going to hell
With your back to the Medina as if you were in jail

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
Ladies, we're gonna drink until they close

And maybe a little bit of hooking up is good for the soul
Heads gonna roll