St. Ivan's Day School

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"