Sweet Head

I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
And by the faggy park and the burnt out vansI've got ninety-nine years of laying in the dark
And I'm far too young to lie
I've got ninety-nine ways to play my guitar
It's going to pay me before I dieSo bob your sweet head, Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head, Shazam and come ball
With my guitar and me soprano, we can give you sweet headI'm tough as glass and clean as night
Well, if looks can love, we can love all right
I'm your rubber peacock, angelic whore
I'm a wrought iron face upon the wallI had ninety-nine days of murder come life
And I'm running away from it all
I got a bedroom every mirror in town
They're going to claim me if I fallSo bob your sweet head, Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head, Shazam and come ball
With my guitar and me soprano, we can give you sweet headSweet head, give you sweet head
While you're down thereSee my eyes of blocked emotion, see my tremble, see my fall
Traumatics thick and fast, your faith in me can last
Besides I'm known to lay you, one and allLook south the way your mother dwells
If she knew what's going down, she'd give you hell
I'm the kind of man she warned me of
Till there was rock, you only had GodYou and I have a mutual vow
We both like young, and we both like loud
I got pretty shoes and I'm kid and proud
I'm street side out with my ear to the crowdSo bob your sweet head, Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
It's gonna rock it in your head, Shazam and come ball
With my guitar and me soprano, we can give you a sweet headMove along sir