"And he calls out something in a language she doesn’t understand And she put her hand on his stomach just for the joy of it But his stomach was where his head was And she put her hand on his head just for the joy of it But his head was where his feet were And she put her hand on his heart, Right there on his heart, just for the joy of it But his heart was lying down on the road
(...)
He was a head with no heart He was an arm with no hand He was a leg with no feet He was a head with no heart She was a head with no heart She was an arm with no hand She was a leg with no feet She was a head with no heart"
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"And he calls out something in a language she doesn’t understand
And she put her hand on his stomach just for the joy of it
But his stomach was where his head was
And she put her hand on his head just for the joy of it
But his head was where his feet were
And she put her hand on his heart,
Right there on his heart, just for the joy of it
But his heart was lying down on the road
(...)
He was a head with no heart
He was an arm with no hand
He was a leg with no feet
He was a head with no heart
She was a head with no heart
She was an arm with no hand
She was a leg with no feet
She was a head with no heart"
Nick Cave
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