Text: The Offspring. Beheaded.

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

Daddy called me a stupid boy
Bet he wont say that any more
Cause the way his body is severed too
His vocal cords are gonna be hard to use

Beheaded, watch him squirt 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
Scoope all the feads into my pull-up sack

Beheaded, watch her squirt like a garden hose
Beheaded, bloody mess all over my clothes

All my collection, adorns my room on bedroom polls
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
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 'em 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 squirt like a garden hose
Beheaded, bloody mess all over my clothes