Date: Sat, September 27 1997
From: Peter Ferragine (iginition@yesic.com)
Group: Offspring
Album: The Offspring
Re-released: 1995 nitro/epitaph  Originally done: 1989
Track: 6
Title: beheaded


intro	

|-6-6-4-4-7-7-7-6--|
|-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4--|
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verse

|-----------------------|--------------|
|-----------------------|--------------|
|-8--6--9-8--8--6--9-8--|--------------|
|-8--6--9-8--8--6--9-8--|--6--9--8-----|
|-6--4--7-6--6--4--7-6--|--6--9--8-----|
|-----------------------|--4--7--6-----|

chorus          

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|-9---7-------------------------|-9---7------|
|-8---6---8--8--8-9-8--8-8-8-8--|-8---6---8--|  
|-6---4---8--8--8-9-8--8-8-8-8--|-6---4---8--| 
|---------6--6--6-7-6--6-6-6-6--|---------6--|  
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verse 2 

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|--------6-6-6--5-5--4-4-4------| 
|-8-8-8--6-6-6--5-5--4-4-4------|    
|-8-8-8--4-4-4--3-3--2-2-2------|
|-6-6-6-------------------------|
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riff - played throughout second verse
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|-10---11---10-11---10---11---10---11----| 
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bridge
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|-----7---------|   
|-8---6---9-----| 
|-8---4---9-----|
|-6-------7-----|
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lyrics

mommy doesn't have her head anymore, keep it underneath my bed on the floor
that's alright though that's okay, she never really used her head anyway
daddy called me a silly bore, bet he won't 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 of her head, she falls to the floor
watching my babys jugular flow, really makes my motor go
wrap a towel around the bloody stump, take my babys body to the city dump
then wipe the mess of the bloody axe, scoop all the heads in my burlap sack
all my collection, adorns my room on baboon poles
used 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 got a funny feeling coming over me