Mommy doesn't have her head anymore
Keep it underneath my bed on the floor
That's alright though

That's ok
She never really used her head anyway


Daddy called me a silly bore
Bet he wont say that anymore
Because the way his body's severed in two

His vocal chords are gonna be hard to use

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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
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
Scoop all the heads in my burlap sack


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All my collection

Adorns my rooms 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


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