Beheaded

Mommy doesn't have head anymore
Keep it underneath my bed on the floor
That's all right though
That's okay
She never really used her head anyway

Daddy called me a silly boy
Bet he wont say that anymore
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 of 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
Used to be a little
But a little got more and more
Now I'm craving yours

Night bring bad dreams
Bad dreams and guillotines
Off with her head

Find another victim for my machine
Put him in my home made guillotine
Blade falls, gonna need a casket
Watch the hed plop in the whisker basket

Beheaded
Watch you spurt like a garden hose
Beheaded
Bloody mess all over my clothes