Mommy doesn't have a head anymore Keep it underneath my bed on the floor Well that's alright, that's OK She never really used her head anyway
Daddy called me a silly bore Bet he won't say that any more Because the way his body is severed in two His vocal chords are gonna be hard to use
Beheaded, watch you spurt like a garden hose Beheaded, bloody mess all over my clothes
Watch my girlfriend come to the door Chop off her head, she falls to the floor Now watching my baby's jugular flow Really makes my motor go
Wrap a towel round the bloody stump Take my baby's body to the city dump Then wipe the mess off the bloody axe Scoop all the heads into my burlap sack
Beheaded, watch her spurt like a garden hose 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 and guillotines
Off with her head (x6)
Find another victim for my machine Put him in a home-made guillotine Blade falls, gonna need a casket Watch your head plop in a wicker basket
Leave the house at a quarter to four Come back with sixteen or more Cause the more I walk, the more I see I got a funny feeling coming over me
Beheaded, watch you spurt like a garden hose Beheaded, bloody mess all over my clothesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
