St. Ivan’s Day School - Bishop Allen

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