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The Dance Of The Headless Bourgeoisie Lyrics - Dance Of The Headless Bourgeoisie - Nomeansno

Listen man, never mind who this is 

We've got your wife 

Yea, your better half, your partner in life 

You'll find her Volvo abandoned at the mall 

Her credit cards are in the trunk 

We don't want that junk 

We want the money, and we want it in cash 

Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite stuck togethe with duct tape 

They're wrapped around her new perm, strapped around her little face 

So don't do anything funny, man, don't do anything smart, or we'll 

Blow up her head 

 

Listen man, we've got your son 

Yea, your one and only heir 

The scion of your loins the chosen one e picked him up oft the playing field 

You'll get bis short pants by priority mail 

We need sonne cash to finance our political aims 

Put it in your work-out bag and leave it at the gym 

Cause there are ten sticks of dynamitestuck together with duct tape 

They're wrapped around his little skull just to stop the constant snivelling 

And it we don't hear from you by tomorrow, we'II 

Blow up his head 

 

We've got your daughter, that's right 

Daddy's little girl, the light of your life 

And all we want is every penny you've saved 

Empty out your retirement fund and put it in an old suitcase 

How do you know we've got her? 

We'II send you her little pinkie 

You can shove it up your ass and call it stinky 

Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite wrapped around her golden locks 

And only you have the power to make this stop 

And if we don't get everything that we want, we'II 

Blow up her head 

 

Forget it man 

We're coming after you 

We have no political beliefs 

We don't want your fucking money 

There's just one thing that motivates us 

We hate your fucking guts 

There are ten sticks of dynamite waiting for you 

They'll cover your eyes 

They'll muffle your ears 

They'll shut your fucking mouth 

They'll 

Blow up your head 

Are you remember?



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