Beheaded:

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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