Mommy doesn't have her head anymore Keep it underneath my bed on the floor That's all right though That's okay She never really used her head anyway
Daddy called me a silly bore Bet he won't say that anymore Because the way his body's severed in two His vocal chords are gonna be hard to use
Beheaded Watch you spurt like a garden horse Beheaded Bloody mess all over my clothes
Watch my girlfriend come to the door Chop off her head, she falls to the floor Watching my baby's jugular flow Really makes my motor go
Wrap a towel around the bloody stump Take my baby's body to the city dump Then wipe the mess off the bloody axe Sgoop all the heads in my burlap sack
Beheaded Watch you spurt like a garden horse Beheaded Bloody mess all over my clothes
All my collection Adorns my room on bamboo poles Used to be a little But a little got more and more Now I'm craving yours
Night brings bad dreams Bad dreams with guillotines
Off with her head
Find another victim for my machine Put him in a homemade guillotine Blade falls, gonna need a casket Watch the head plop in a wicker basket
Leave the house at a quarter to four Come back with sixteen or more Cause the more I want, the more I see Got a funny feeling coming over me
Beheaded Watch you spurt like a garden horse Beheaded Bloody mess all over my clothes |
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