Mommy doesn´t have her head anymore

Keep it underneath my bed on the floor

Well that´s alright though

That´s ok

She never really used her head anyway



Daddy called me a silly bore

But he won´t say that anymore

Because the way his body is 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

Now watching my baby´s jugular flow

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 you spurt like a garden hose

Beheaded

Bloody mess all over my clothes



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

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 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



Beheaded

Watch her spurt like garden hose

Beheaded

Bloody mess all over my clothes