Off with your head, dance 'til you're dead Heads will roll, heads will roll, heads will roll on the floor Glitter on the west streets, silver over everything The river's all wet, you're all chrome...
Partly politic Heads will roll Mostly politic God must call Till the winning hand does belong to me What if no one's calling God then must be falling If I ever met you In a private place I would stare...
Two weeks ago, an invisible dome crashed down on Chester's Mill, cutting us off from the rest of the world. Why the dome is here or what mysteries lie ahead, we still don't know. Every day it tests...