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
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