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"