Texty: Offspring, The. Beheaded.

Mommy doesn't have a head any more

Keep it underneath my bed on the floor

Well that's alright, that's OK

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 hose

Beheaded, bloody mess all over my clothes



Watch my girl friend 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 her spurt like a garden hose

Beheaded, bloody mess all over my clothes



All my collection, 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

Blade falls, gonna need a casket

Watch your head plop in a wicker 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 hose

Beheaded, bloody mess all over my clothes