Devil's Roof

I have two heads Where's the man, he's late One burns, one's sky Where's the man, he's late I'm two headed one free one sticky But is it freedom can burn? Is sticky ever blue? For instance where's my husband? This is what I need why I can't stay God, this is the devil too bad he's late I love the smell of beer The smell of dar, the feel of dark, to feel the rug To press the rug beneath me A small party But is it sinners can burn? I hear we let them speak For instance where's my husband If you're my husband I tell you something Dance on the devil's roof Under a devil's moon I don't care and you don't move