Doyle - Headhunter

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