Dance of the Headless Bourgeoisie

Album cover art for "Dance of the Headless Bourgeoisie" by Nomeansno

Nomeansno - Pop

Dance of the Headless Bourgeoisie

0 Plays

View ArtistView Album

Lyrics

Listen man, never mind who this is We've got your wife Yeah, your better half, your partner in life You'll find her Volvo abandoned at the mall Her credit cards are in the trunk We don't want that junk! We want the money, and we want it in cash Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite Stuck together with duct tape They're wrapped around her new perm Strapped around her little face So don't do anything funny, man Don't do anything smart, or we'll Blow up her head We'll blow up her head! We'll blow up her head! We'll blow her fuckin head off! Listen man, we've got your son Yeah, your one and only heir The scion of your loins the, chosen one We picked him up off the playing field You'll get his short pants by priority mail We need some cash to finance our political aims Put it in your work-out bag and leave it at the gym Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite Stuck together with duct tape They're wrapped around his little skull Just to stop the constant sniveling And it we don't hear from you by tomorrow, we'II Blow up his head We'll blow up his head! We'll blow up his head! We'll blow his fuckin head off! We've got your daughter, that's right Daddy's little girl, the light of your life And all we want is every penny that you've saved Empty out your retirement fund and put it in an old suitcase How do you know we've got her? We'II send you her little pinkie You can shove it up your ass, and call it stinky! Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite Wrapped around her golden locks And only you have the power to make this stop And if we don't get everything that we want, we'II Blow up her head We'll blow up her head! We'll blow up her head! We'll blow her fuckin head off! (Uh oh) Forget it man We're coming after you We have no political beliefs We don't want your fucking money There's just one thing that motivates us We hate your fucking guts There are ten sticks of dynamite waiting for you They'll cover your eyes They'll muffle your ears They'll shut your fucking mouth! They'll shut your fucking mouth! They'll shut your fucking mouth! They'll Blow up your head! They'll blow up your head! They'll blow up your head! They'll blow your fucking head off!

Rate this song

Rate this song

0/5.0 - 0 Ratings

5
0.0% (0)
4
0.0% (0)
3
0.0% (0)
2
0.0% (0)
1
0.0% (0)

Loading comments...

Credits

Credits Not Found