Heads will roll

Heads will roll is an original song by Robert Stevens.
Written and performed by Robert Stevens
Copyright. R. Stevens 2021.

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Lyrics

Heads will roll

Dissatisfaction mounting, people getting angry,
after all those years of fighting and kicking up a mutiny.
Only to find ourselves falling into a new form of tyranny.
They're going toe the fucking lot, take every penny that you've got,
and it's their hungry mouth you feed
with no way to satiate their greed.

Oh oh, but heads will roll.
Oh oh, your heads will fucking roll.

They're taking all of your freedoms, every bit of liberty.
And they keep on taking and flout it with impunity.
They'll give you a disease for which there's no immunity.
They'll tax the very air you breathe, tax every pound that you receive,
tax every thought inside your head. They'll even tax you when you're dead.

Oh oh, but heads will roll.
Oh oh, your fucking heads will roll.

You underestimate the power of the masses,
made the mistake of taking on the lower classes.
'Don't have to take the word from me,
take the word from history.
Your time is something that we lend.
You should have known how this would end.
Oh oh, 'cause heads will roll.
Oh oh, your fucking heads will roll.

We're going to tear down your towers,
raise your fucking kingdom.
We're going to strip away your powers,
don't say obedience is freedom.
We'll wipe that smirk off your faces,
take you in your slumber.
Yeah, you've got the guns,
but we've got the numbers.

All the excuses that you bring
won't mean a single fucking thing
when we are standing at your door
you'll burn in hell for ever more.
Oh oh, and heads will roll.
Oh oh, your fucking heads will roll.