I don’t like the 

Headhunters 

I mean

Once upon a time 

I was up for it

Heads on poles

Warn the 

Fuckers

Away

Hearts on the sleeve 

And all that 

Clap trap

But now 

Now 

They haven’t even 

Got the decency 

To be 

Secret assassins 

They haven’t got the bottle

To shrink 

Your head 

Dress it up 

With a spell

Now they take you 

In broad daylight 

Dress you in a suit

See how willing

You are

To do the things you need to do

To be the things you need to be

As opposed 

To doing 

What the Fuck is right 

And they draw

You In

With a salary 

And a pension 

And have you bent over 

What you might like 

To call a

Barrel 

And  if you’re lucky 

They may offer 

You some 

Vaseline 

 

Plead or don’t plead

It’s all the same to me 

But take the axe 

And live or die 

By something 

That matters 

And not the 

Idiot 

Dangling a carrot 

In front of your face 

Whilst you 

Bleed 

Yourself 

Dry