We grew up in the Sycamore tree
Waiting for something
To feel release and
We grew up in a time of need
Waiting for something
It never came
And it goes and it goes
And it comes around
It's every last girl
That I've ever messed up with
They want my head, baby
They want my head
And it's every last girl
That I've ever messed up with
They want my head, baby
They want my head
They want my head, baby
They want my head
They want my head
But I'd rather be dead
We grew up in the Sycamore tree
Waiting for something
To feel release and
He came down in a time of need
With holes in his hands and
Tears down his cheek and
We want something
We want something
More than him
More than Life itself
We want something
We want something
We wanted something
Other than Life itself
It's every last girl
That I've ever messed up with
They want my head, baby,
They want my head and it's
Every last sin that I've ever messed up with
(We want something
We want something)
They want my head, baby
They want my head
(We want something
We want something)
They want my head, baby
They want my head
They want my head, baby
They want my head
They want my head
They want my head
But I'd rather be dead
Revival Camp - They Want My Head Lyrics
Revival Camp - They Want My Head Lyrics
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English
We grew up in the Sycamore tree
Waiting for something
To feel release and
We grew up in a time of need
Waiting for something
It never came
And it goes and it goes
And it comes around
It's every last girl
That I've ever messed up with
They want my head, baby
They want my head
And it's every last girl
That I've ever messed up with
They want my head, baby
They want my head
They want my head, baby
They want my head
They want my head
But I'd rather be dead
We grew up in the Sycamore tree
Waiting for something
To feel release and
He came down in a time of need
With holes in his hands and
Tears down his cheek and
We want something
We want something
More than him
More than Life itself
We want something
We want something
We wanted something
Other than Life itself
It's every last girl
That I've ever messed up with
They want my head, baby,
They want my head and it's
Every last sin that I've ever messed up with
(We want something
We want something)
They want my head, baby
They want my head
(We want something
We want something)
They want my head, baby
They want my head
They want my head, baby
They want my head
They want my head
They want my head
But I'd rather be dead
Waiting for something
To feel release and
We grew up in a time of need
Waiting for something
It never came
And it goes and it goes
And it comes around
It's every last girl
That I've ever messed up with
They want my head, baby
They want my head
And it's every last girl
That I've ever messed up with
They want my head, baby
They want my head
They want my head, baby
They want my head
They want my head
But I'd rather be dead
We grew up in the Sycamore tree
Waiting for something
To feel release and
He came down in a time of need
With holes in his hands and
Tears down his cheek and
We want something
We want something
More than him
More than Life itself
We want something
We want something
We wanted something
Other than Life itself
It's every last girl
That I've ever messed up with
They want my head, baby,
They want my head and it's
Every last sin that I've ever messed up with
(We want something
We want something)
They want my head, baby
They want my head
(We want something
We want something)
They want my head, baby
They want my head
They want my head, baby
They want my head
They want my head
They want my head
But I'd rather be dead
Writer: Griffith Melton
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