Shrunken Heads Lyrics

Song	Shrunken Heads
Artist	Ian Hunter
Album	Shrunken Heads
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	HunterConcrete 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.
	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.
	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.

	HunterConcrete 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.
	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 gogogolden mile
	In a sad cafe 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.
	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 redcarpeted
	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.

	HunterConcrete 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.
	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 gogogolden 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.
	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 redcarpeted
	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.

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