Beheaded
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Mommy doesn‘t have her head any more Keep it underneath my bed on the floor Well that‘s all right though 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’s 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 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 Beheaded Watch you 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 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 I got a funny feeling coming over me Beheaded Watch you spurt like a garden hose Beheaded Bloody mess all over my clothes |