Off with are heads, back to the chopping block.
Roll on out the door back down to the drinking hole.
You meet the most interesting people in the most unexpected places,
A room filled with other honest mouths.
All we hear over the dull buzz of static is a pitter-patter of the rain
Making love to the land all night.
Off with are heads, watch the minds play freely.
Oh, how the day passes in a small room,
Simplicity breathed my name.
We laid down synchronized hands in time,
The sound and image went well, so much deeper.
Pour two more glasses cut the lights then redistribute all things to come.