Matt Carpanini - Off With His Head Lyrics

It is evening
The bar room is alive with conversation
Not the kind of time to be alone and
Looking through your glass in contemplation
But that is where you are

And I've been here before
I've been here before
Walked that empty floor
Set my silent jaw

There's a young girl
Telling all the world that she's a sinner
Listing all her deeds and not a moment
Passes without whistling at the waiter
But she "doesn't go for boys"

And I've been here before
I've been here before
Heard that baby bore
Drilling through the wall

Off, off, off with her head
Off, off, off with her head
Off, off, off with her head

Under street lamps
The lovers and unloved are pitching battles
Swaying to and fro across the pavement
Moving through the momentary moonlight
Taking it outside

And I've been here before
I've been here before
Trolls with muddy paws
Sleeping where they fall

Off, off, off with their heads
Off, off, off with their heads
Off, off, off with their heads

In the morning
Church bells ringing out across the courtyard
Not the kind of time to be a heathen
Gazing through the line-up of the faithful and the
Faithless pressing hands

And I've been here before
I've been here before
Waiting for the call
Laying down the law

So off, off, off with his head
Off, off, off with his head