Mommy doesn't have a head any more
Keep it underneath my bed on the floor
Well that's alright, that's okay
She never really used her head anyway

Daddy called me a silly bore
Bet he won't say that any more
Because the way his body is severed too
His vocal chords are gonna be hard to use

Beheaded, watch you spurt like a garden rose
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 blow
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 rose
Beheaded, bloody mess all over my clothes

All my colection, adorns my room on bamboo poles
Use 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 a home-made guillotine
Blad falls, gonna need a casket
Watch your head plop in a wricker basket

Leave the house at a quarter to four
Come back with sixteen or more
Cause the more I walk, the more I see
I got a funny feeling coming over me

Beheaded, watch you spurt like a garden rose
Beheaded, bloody mess all over my clothes