Nomeansno - The Dance Of The Headless Bourgeoisie lyrics

Listen man, never mind who this is We've got your wife Yea, your better half, your partner in life You'll find her Volvo abandoned at the mall Her credit cards are in the trunk We don't want that junk We want the money, and we want it in cash Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite stuck togethe with duct tape They're wrapped around her new perm, strapped around her little face So don't do anything funny, man, don't do anything smart, or we'll Blow up her head Listen man, we've got your son Yea, your one and only heir The scion of your loins the chosen one e picked him up oft the playing field You'll get bis short pants by priority mail We need sonne cash to finance our political aims Put it in your work-out bag and leave it at the gym Cause there are ten sticks of dynamitestuck together with duct tape They're wrapped around his little skull just to stop the constant snivelling And it we don't hear from you by tomorrow, we'II Blow up his head We've got your daughter, that's right Daddy's little girl, the light of your life And all we want is every penny you've saved Empty out your retirement fund and put it in an old suitcase How do you know we've got her? We'II send you her little pinkie You can shove it up your a** and call it stinky Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite wrapped around her golden locks And only you have the power to make this stop And if we don't get everything that we want, we'II Blow up her head Forget it man We're coming after you We have no political beliefs We don't want your f**ing money There's just one thing that motivates us We hate your f**ing guts There are ten sticks of dynamite waiting for you They'll cover your eyes They'll muffle your ears They'll shut your f**ing mouth They'll Blow up your head