| We stalk your streets at night
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| We are looking for some fun
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| We walk the devils path
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| His work is never done
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| Whoa-oh, some heads will roll tonight
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| The life of a headhunter
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| Whoa-oh heads will roll tonight
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| The life of a headhunter
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| At night I hear their call
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| I’ll bring them home, hang them on my wall
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| Or pile them up in a closet down the hall
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| We are the cannibals
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| Consumers of the flesh
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| We are the devils dogs collecting souls of men
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| Whoa-oh, some heads will roll tonight
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| The life of a headhunter
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| Whoa-oh heads will roll tonight
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| The life of a headhunter
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| At night I hear their call
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| I’ll bring them home, hang them on my wall
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| Or pile them up in a closet down the hall
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| I’m collecting the souls of the dead
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| I trap them inside of their own severed heads
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| And in the afterlife they will be my slaves
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| I am a headhunter
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| At night I hear their call
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| I’ll bring them home, hang them on my wall
|
| Or pile them up in a closet down the hall
|
| I’m collecting the souls of the dead
|
| I trap them inside of their own severed heads
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| And in the afterlife they will be my slaves
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| I am a headhunter
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| I’m a headhunter
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| I’m a headhunter
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| I’m a headhunter |