My friends have guns now And fake cocaine smiles Theyre getting strange Fat and happy in a dirt pile They cut out your eyes They stuff powder inside They gave up faith and my coordinates to the empire My head has a... (Hey! Hey!) My heart has a... (Hey! Hey!) The possibility Of them corrupting me Is kind of big Im a changeling amp Pick me up My head has a hole you made it My heart has a head too, its thinking of you My head has a hole, you made it My head has a hole you made it (Hey! Hey!) My heart has a head too, its thinking of you (Hey! Hey!) I have a head. soul, who needs it? (Hey! Hey!) I have a heart, that's a soul too. something i can't prove (Hey! Hey!) My head has a hole, you made it