Head Is a Flame (Cool with It) - Portugal. The Man

I was born without a name

A soldier for

The streets they say

This kid’s on a mission

Running high on fame of the guillotine

No roots to find and no one to miss him

My head is like a flame

Well we all get strange

And we know it

But we’re cool with it

And we all get a little bit older

In this day and age

But we deal with it

Shaking with a fire burning deep inside

Still the politicians they never listen

Blood money was a sound

I didn’t care to hear

Of which the politicians they only listen

My head is like a flame

And my eyes were red

Well we all get strange

And we know it

But we’re cool with it

And we all get a little bit older

In this day and age

But we deal with it

My head was like a flame

It was burning up, burning up

It was burning up

My head was like a flame

It was burning up, burning up

It was burning up

I became a child of the universe

Reborn into this galactic prism

My head was like a flame

Ah, my eyes were red

Well we all get strange

And we know it

But we’re cool with it

And we all get a little bit older

In this day and age

But we deal with it

My head was like a flame

It was burning up, burning up

It was burning up

My head was like a flame

It was burning up, burning up

It was burning up

My head was like a flame

My head was like a flame

My head was like a flame

My head was like a flame