Shrunken Heads Lyrics - Shrunken Heads - Ian Hunter

Hunter 

Concrete steps never swept 

It used to be fear, now they call it respect 

Sad old walls fallin' down 

On the shattered skulls in the battleground. 

Absent fathers, weary mums 

The old, the sick, the dying and the isolated ones 

Ancient language turns obscene 

Between the goal posts of a circular dream. 

Nothin' matters anymore 

The rich get richer and the poor get sorer 

This house is haunted and the streets are dead 

We're all at the mercy of shrunken heads. 

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Bells are ringing of a cleaner time 

There ain't no washing hangin' out on the line anymore 

Something died and I don't know when 

But it's funkier now that it ever was then. 

Nothin' matters anymore 

And the rich get richer and the poor get sorer 

The heart of the city is dilapidated 

Who's gonna save us from these shrunken heads? 

On a windy day where no one smiles 

On a pleasureless beach on a go-go-golden mile 

In a sad café eating day old bread 

And I tip the angry actress with pockets full of shrunken heads. 

Windows barred, exhausted dull 

And the smell of decay is miserable 

Dangerous streets where the dealers rule 

Lie litter strewn around a frozen school. 

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Nothin' matters anymore 

The rich get richer, and the poor get sorer 

You took our loyalty and you tore it to shreds 

And now we're all the mercy of shrunken heads. 

Nothing matters anymore 

And the rich get richer, and the poor stay sorer 

And the heart of the city is red-carpeted 

Now freaks of nature, shrunken heads. 

Shrunken heads decide my fate 

It used to be 10, now it's 10: 08 

We ain't got the answers, it's complicated 

I wouldn't bet any money on shrunken heads, oh.