Heads will roll

Life is more then time
Soaked red with blood and wine
Father keeps inside more then you want to know
And mother picks the pieces up off the floor
Ooh… you cry your eyes out on your big iron bed
But there's work to be done
The consequence of truth is that voice in your head
There's work to be done

We have the fight
Of broken sons
Smoking barrels
And our blazing guns
The fire burns away
What comes undone
And heads will roll
If that's what we want
Love's a rolling stone
A sacred vow to the unknown
And we have bombs but it's not war that we want
And we'll protect ours with everything we've got

Ooh… so you cry your eyes out on your big iron bed
But there's work to be done
The consequence of truth is that voice in your head
There's work to be done