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Beheaded
Mommy doesn't have a head any more
Keep it underneath my bed on the floor
Well thats alright though, thats OK
She never really used her head anyway
Daddy called me a silly bore
Bet he wont say that any more
Cause the way his body is severed in two
His vocal cords are gonna be hard to use
Beheaded, watch you spurt like a garden hose
Beheaded, blood mess all over my clothes
Watch my girlfriend come to the door
Chop off her head, she falls to the floor
Well watching my baby's jugular flow
Really makes my motor go
Wrap a towel round the blood stump
Take my baby's body to the city dump
Then wipe the mess off the blood axe
Scoope all the heads into my burlap sack
Beheaded, watch her squ*rt like a garden hose
Beheaded, blood 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
Night brings bad dreams, bad dreams and guillotines
Off with her head
Off with her head
Off with her head
Off with her head
Off with her head
Off with her head
Find another victim for my machine
Put him in a home-made guillotine
And now the 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
I got a funny feeling coming over me
Beheaded, watch you squ*rt like a garden hose
Beheaded, blood mess all over my clothes