Heads Will RollPartly politicHeads will rollMostly politicGod must callTill the winning hand does belong to meWhat if no one’s callingGod then must be fallingIf I ever met youIn a private placeI would stare youYou into the groundThat’s how I’d articulateThe value of my faceThe value on my faceWhat if no one’s callingGod then must be falling(x4)