"Heads Will Roll" lyrics

"Heads Will Roll"

Just heads or tails, it's all you'll get from me
'Cause I ain't got time, and I've got just what I need
If you could read my mind, you would not like what you'd find

You've got me thrown, this time's no mystery
Leave well alone, and just please let me be
And you should read my mind, you'd know just how far I'd go
(That's right)

But now you don't want to make me lose my shit 'cause heads will roll

You ought to slow right down, it comes right back around
Now keep these memories, like a lock and key
So don't be foolish, keep yourself in line
(Ha ha ha, well)

Now you don't want to make me lose my shit 'cause heads will roll
Now you just need to worry that I just don't lose control

It's heads or tails, that's all you'll get from me
'Cause I ain't got time, and you mean this much to me
If you could read my mind, you'd know just how far I'd go
(Ha ha, that's right)

But now you don't want to make me lose my shit 'cause heads will roll
Now you just need to worry that I just don't lose control
Now you don't want to make me lose my shit 'cause heads will roll


Writer(s): Deryck Whibley
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