Beheaded

     Mommy doesn't have a head any more
     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 too
     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 girl friend come to the door
     Chop off her head, she falls to the floor
     Now watching my baby's jugular blow
     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
     Use 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
     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
     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 clothes

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