| Song | Headbutt |
| Artist | The King Blues |
| Album | Punk & Poetry |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| She had a scream that rattled | |
| The seeds inside the apples | |
| When she uncaged her cackle | |
| Jackals travelled just to battle | |
| She gives the girls screwface | |
| And the men crooked neck | |
| When she walked by my place | |
| I heard a string quartet | |
| Asthmatics lose their breath | |
| The traffic all gets wrecked | |
| The Smokers laps collect | |
| All Their dropped cigarettes | |
| Kids fall onto the decks | |
| Cos they don’t watch their steps | |
| And when they’re on the floor | |
| They draw her on their etch a sketch | |
| She says that life is like a jungle and not like a zoo | |
| Participate, don’t spectate, | |
| Become the view | |
| Man if Scarface said it | |
| It’s just got to be true | |
| So this world, this world right here | |
| This world is for you | |
| I said to all my mates, she won’t make a monkey out of me | |
| But when she kissed me it felt like a headbutt | |
| It felt like a headbutt | |
| Staring up at the ceiling | |
| Nurses face disbelieving | |
| Scalpel on arteries | |
| Organs taken larcenies | |
| Holds it up like a trophy | |
| But that heart belongs to | |
| Sophie Slices pieces of me | |
| Each one beats individually | |
| So now I bite the bullet | |
| I’ll try to chew right through it | |
| Grinds my teeth to the gums | |
| I gots to see what | |
| I’ve become | |
| There is danger ahead | |
| With a mouthful of lead but when | |
| I fly It gets harder to deny | |
| So I stood on the shore trying to blow the clouds away | |
| Right back into the sky made out of papier mache | |
| The Sparkles from the moon, danced on top of the waves | |
| Like they knew it was the last song ever to be played | |
| I said to all my mates, she won’t make a monkey out of me | |
| But when she kissed me it felt like a headbutt | |
| It felt like a headbutt | |
| She was up high on the stage just dancing it | |
| Breathing fire like | |
| God himself had demanded it | |
| Like he’d personally asked and commanded it | |
| Heaven’s packed but thanks to her they’re still cramming it | |
| She made the sinners blessed by the way that she dressed | |
| Stripteasing, fire breathing, dancing burlesque | |
| Producing beads of cold sweats on mens foreheads | |
| She says welcome to the city of the suffragettes | |
| And if you step out with me you’d better step correct | |
| I said to all my mates, she won’t make a monkey out of me | |
| But when she kissed me it felt like a headbutt |
| She had a scream that rattled | |
| The seeds inside the apples | |
| When she uncaged her cackle | |
| Jackals travelled just to battle | |
| She gives the girls screwface | |
| And the men crooked neck | |
| When she walked by my place | |
| I heard a string quartet | |
| Asthmatics lose their breath | |
| The traffic all gets wrecked | |
| The Smokers laps collect | |
| All Their dropped cigarettes | |
| Kids fall onto the decks | |
| Cos they don' t watch their steps | |
| And when they' re on the floor | |
| They draw her on their etch a sketch | |
| She says that life is like a jungle and not like a zoo | |
| Participate, don' t spectate, | |
| Become the view | |
| Man if Scarface said it | |
| It' s just got to be true | |
| So this world, this world right here | |
| This world is for you | |
| I said to all my mates, she won' t make a monkey out of me | |
| But when she kissed me it felt like a headbutt | |
| It felt like a headbutt | |
| Staring up at the ceiling | |
| Nurses face disbelieving | |
| Scalpel on arteries | |
| Organs taken larcenies | |
| Holds it up like a trophy | |
| But that heart belongs to | |
| Sophie Slices pieces of me | |
| Each one beats individually | |
| So now I bite the bullet | |
| I' ll try to chew right through it | |
| Grinds my teeth to the gums | |
| I gots to see what | |
| I' ve become | |
| There is danger ahead | |
| With a mouthful of lead but when | |
| I fly It gets harder to deny | |
| So I stood on the shore trying to blow the clouds away | |
| Right back into the sky made out of papier mache | |
| The Sparkles from the moon, danced on top of the waves | |
| Like they knew it was the last song ever to be played | |
| I said to all my mates, she won' t make a monkey out of me | |
| But when she kissed me it felt like a headbutt | |
| It felt like a headbutt | |
| She was up high on the stage just dancing it | |
| Breathing fire like | |
| God himself had demanded it | |
| Like he' d personally asked and commanded it | |
| Heaven' s packed but thanks to her they' re still cramming it | |
| She made the sinners blessed by the way that she dressed | |
| Stripteasing, fire breathing, dancing burlesque | |
| Producing beads of cold sweats on mens foreheads | |
| She says welcome to the city of the suffragettes | |
| And if you step out with me you' d better step correct | |
| I said to all my mates, she won' t make a monkey out of me | |
| But when she kissed me it felt like a headbutt |
| She had a scream that rattled | |
| The seeds inside the apples | |
| When she uncaged her cackle | |
| Jackals travelled just to battle | |
| She gives the girls screwface | |
| And the men crooked neck | |
| When she walked by my place | |
| I heard a string quartet | |
| Asthmatics lose their breath | |
| The traffic all gets wrecked | |
| The Smokers laps collect | |
| All Their dropped cigarettes | |
| Kids fall onto the decks | |
| Cos they don' t watch their steps | |
| And when they' re on the floor | |
| They draw her on their etch a sketch | |
| She says that life is like a jungle and not like a zoo | |
| Participate, don' t spectate, | |
| Become the view | |
| Man if Scarface said it | |
| It' s just got to be true | |
| So this world, this world right here | |
| This world is for you | |
| I said to all my mates, she won' t make a monkey out of me | |
| But when she kissed me it felt like a headbutt | |
| It felt like a headbutt | |
| Staring up at the ceiling | |
| Nurses face disbelieving | |
| Scalpel on arteries | |
| Organs taken larcenies | |
| Holds it up like a trophy | |
| But that heart belongs to | |
| Sophie Slices pieces of me | |
| Each one beats individually | |
| So now I bite the bullet | |
| I' ll try to chew right through it | |
| Grinds my teeth to the gums | |
| I gots to see what | |
| I' ve become | |
| There is danger ahead | |
| With a mouthful of lead but when | |
| I fly It gets harder to deny | |
| So I stood on the shore trying to blow the clouds away | |
| Right back into the sky made out of papier mache | |
| The Sparkles from the moon, danced on top of the waves | |
| Like they knew it was the last song ever to be played | |
| I said to all my mates, she won' t make a monkey out of me | |
| But when she kissed me it felt like a headbutt | |
| It felt like a headbutt | |
| She was up high on the stage just dancing it | |
| Breathing fire like | |
| God himself had demanded it | |
| Like he' d personally asked and commanded it | |
| Heaven' s packed but thanks to her they' re still cramming it | |
| She made the sinners blessed by the way that she dressed | |
| Stripteasing, fire breathing, dancing burlesque | |
| Producing beads of cold sweats on mens foreheads | |
| She says welcome to the city of the suffragettes | |
| And if you step out with me you' d better step correct | |
| I said to all my mates, she won' t make a monkey out of me | |
| But when she kissed me it felt like a headbutt |