| Song | St. Ivan's Day School |
| Artist | Bishop Allen |
| Album | Ep Collection Vol. 2 |
| Before the choir master drank himself to death | |
| He used to love to entertain us with a song | |
| And you never would have guessed that he was horribly depressed | |
| For when he'd sing, it didn't seem a thing was wrong | |
| Singing "Hey, ho, the heads will roll | |
| Hey, ho, heads will roll | |
| Death will come and take my song | |
| How the heads will roll" | |
| I see the guidance counselor for our yearly tough talk | |
| And he used his hand to hide his crooked teeth | |
| He said "A day will come along when you will find where you belong | |
| And pray to god it isn't here with me" | |
| Singing "Hey, ho, the heads will roll | |
| Hey, ho, heads will roll | |
| Death will come and take my song | |
| How the heads will roll" | |
| "Hey, ho, the heads will roll | |
| Hey, ho, heads will roll | |
| Death will come and take my song | |
| How the heads will roll" | |
| Seventeen years later, I was walking home one day | |
| There was a man sitting, shaking, in the rain | |
| White as a sheet and missing all his teeth | |
| He looked so bad, I really can't explain | |
| I think his name was Tim, he used to beat me up in gym | |
| And I asked if he remembered me, 'cause I remembered him | |
| And I pulled him to his feet, and I kissed him on the cheek | |
| And arm in arm, we struck up this refrain: | |
| Singing "Hey, ho, the heads will roll | |
| Hey, ho, heads will roll | |
| Death will come and take my song | |
| How the heads will | |
| Hey, ho, the heads will roll | |
| Hey, ho, heads will roll | |
| Death will come and take my song | |
| How the heads will | |
| Hey, ho, the heads will roll | |
| Hey, ho, the heads will roll | |
| Death will come and take my song | |
| How the heads will roll" |
| Before the choir master drank himself to death | |
| He used to love to entertain us with a song | |
| And you never would have guessed that he was horribly depressed | |
| For when he' d sing, it didn' t seem a thing was wrong | |
| Singing " Hey, ho, the heads will roll | |
| Hey, ho, heads will roll | |
| Death will come and take my song | |
| How the heads will roll" | |
| I see the guidance counselor for our yearly tough talk | |
| And he used his hand to hide his crooked teeth | |
| He said " A day will come along when you will find where you belong | |
| And pray to god it isn' t here with me" | |
| Singing " Hey, ho, the heads will roll | |
| Hey, ho, heads will roll | |
| Death will come and take my song | |
| How the heads will roll" | |
| " Hey, ho, the heads will roll | |
| Hey, ho, heads will roll | |
| Death will come and take my song | |
| How the heads will roll" | |
| Seventeen years later, I was walking home one day | |
| There was a man sitting, shaking, in the rain | |
| White as a sheet and missing all his teeth | |
| He looked so bad, I really can' t explain | |
| I think his name was Tim, he used to beat me up in gym | |
| And I asked if he remembered me, ' cause I remembered him | |
| And I pulled him to his feet, and I kissed him on the cheek | |
| And arm in arm, we struck up this refrain: | |
| Singing " Hey, ho, the heads will roll | |
| Hey, ho, heads will roll | |
| Death will come and take my song | |
| How the heads will | |
| Hey, ho, the heads will roll | |
| Hey, ho, heads will roll | |
| Death will come and take my song | |
| How the heads will | |
| Hey, ho, the heads will roll | |
| Hey, ho, the heads will roll | |
| Death will come and take my song | |
| How the heads will roll" |