Talkin’ Headsmen Blues (another song for the Roshomonics Cycle) Beware that ol’ black rain Injection cloud into the brain Feel them thoughts of self-destruction While we steal without obstruction Try to stop me, I’ll open your head Replace you with Chondu’s brain instead And learn your friends inside and out While you search for clues, Under my machine You got the Headmen Blues My surgery can be precise With gorilla hands I make my slice Now come hear the plans I’ve got the head of a man Beside melted Jerry whose skull bones were shrank Now meet Ruby Thursday, a computer bank Was made indestructible head for her body Her perfected sphere she will give every body Stolen body say, what’s the reason for you? To help rule the world with these Headmen Blues? With a few adjustments to their minds Any mass movement they’ll just despise While we get all the cash, commodities They won’t address over population ill at ease Shrink them in our boxes, we’ll fit the world to our needs...