| Song | Bullet Brain and Cactus Head |
| Artist | Split Enz |
| Album | Conflicting Emotions |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Finn, Finn | |
| Send a message to the brain | |
| Two men climbing down opposite poles | |
| The one with hair upon his face | |
| Sprouting like the weeds on his soul | |
| The other is a law unto himself | |
| His brain is like a lump of steel | |
| and they'd love to break each other up, | |
| Into tiny pieces | |
| It's strange how they're always together | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Always beating heads together | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Watch them fall into the dirt | |
| Desperate to make a point | |
| No trace of human doubt | |
| Confrontation they can never avoid | |
| Despising what they've both become | |
| Always looking for someone to blame | |
| They think they're worlds apart | |
| But they're exactly the same | |
| Always will be | |
| It's strange how they're always together | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Always beating heads together | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Which one of you's the liar | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Fanatic believers, obsessive achievers | |
| Yippees and yahoos, felons and fiends | |
| Preachers and leeches, offenders, defenders | |
| All on their way down to the depth of extremes | |
| Pip squeaking passion to head-on collision | |
| Too set in your ways to give way or concede | |
| Oh my, oh my, oh my, what will become of the macho pretender and his enemy | |
| And it's strange how they're always together | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Always beating heads together | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Which one of you's the liar | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Rise up from the mire or wake up in a sea of red... |
| zuo ci : Finn, Finn | |
| Send a message to the brain | |
| Two men climbing down opposite poles | |
| The one with hair upon his face | |
| Sprouting like the weeds on his soul | |
| The other is a law unto himself | |
| His brain is like a lump of steel | |
| and they' d love to break each other up, | |
| Into tiny pieces | |
| It' s strange how they' re always together | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Always beating heads together | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Watch them fall into the dirt | |
| Desperate to make a point | |
| No trace of human doubt | |
| Confrontation they can never avoid | |
| Despising what they' ve both become | |
| Always looking for someone to blame | |
| They think they' re worlds apart | |
| But they' re exactly the same | |
| Always will be | |
| It' s strange how they' re always together | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Always beating heads together | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Which one of you' s the liar | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Fanatic believers, obsessive achievers | |
| Yippees and yahoos, felons and fiends | |
| Preachers and leeches, offenders, defenders | |
| All on their way down to the depth of extremes | |
| Pip squeaking passion to headon collision | |
| Too set in your ways to give way or concede | |
| Oh my, oh my, oh my, what will become of the macho pretender and his enemy | |
| And it' s strange how they' re always together | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Always beating heads together | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Which one of you' s the liar | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Rise up from the mire or wake up in a sea of red... |
| zuò cí : Finn, Finn | |
| Send a message to the brain | |
| Two men climbing down opposite poles | |
| The one with hair upon his face | |
| Sprouting like the weeds on his soul | |
| The other is a law unto himself | |
| His brain is like a lump of steel | |
| and they' d love to break each other up, | |
| Into tiny pieces | |
| It' s strange how they' re always together | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Always beating heads together | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Watch them fall into the dirt | |
| Desperate to make a point | |
| No trace of human doubt | |
| Confrontation they can never avoid | |
| Despising what they' ve both become | |
| Always looking for someone to blame | |
| They think they' re worlds apart | |
| But they' re exactly the same | |
| Always will be | |
| It' s strange how they' re always together | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Always beating heads together | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Which one of you' s the liar | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Fanatic believers, obsessive achievers | |
| Yippees and yahoos, felons and fiends | |
| Preachers and leeches, offenders, defenders | |
| All on their way down to the depth of extremes | |
| Pip squeaking passion to headon collision | |
| Too set in your ways to give way or concede | |
| Oh my, oh my, oh my, what will become of the macho pretender and his enemy | |
| And it' s strange how they' re always together | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Always beating heads together | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Which one of you' s the liar | |
| Bullet Brain and Cactus Head | |
| Rise up from the mire or wake up in a sea of red... |