| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |