Jefferson Airplane

You want two heads on you body

And you've got two mirrors in your hand.

Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick

and your nose is too small for this land.

Inside your head is your town

inside your room your jail

inside your mouth the elephants trunk and booze,

the only key to your bail

Want two heads on your body

And you've got two mirrors in your hand

Two heads can be put together.

And you can fill both your feet with sand.

Noone will know you've gutted your mind

but what will you do with your bloody hands?

Your lions are fighting with chairs,

your arms are incredibly fat;

Your women are tired of dying alive

if you've had any women at that.

Wearing your comb like an ax in your head

List'ning for signs of life;

Children are sucking on stone and lead

And chasing their hoops with a knife;

New breasts and jewels for the girl,

Keep them polished and shining;

Put a lock on her belly at night, sweet life,

For no child of mine.

Want two heads on your body

And you've got two mirrors in your hand