Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Headless Waltz , by - Aurelio Voltaire. Song from the album Almost Human, in the genre ЭлектроникаRelease date: 30.05.2000
Record label: Projekt
Song language: English
The Headless Waltz |
| As above, so below, place your bets |
| Which way the head will roll |
| Made in your image we are at least |
| As twisted and mean as thee |
| 'Fore your eyes, what a curious sight |
| Your children have turned on you |
| And you say, you don’t sleep well at night |
| Well, we’ll take care of that for you |
| Belle Marie Antoinette |
| «Love the pearls!» |
| They’ll make a great tourniquet |
| Never did as you should and you claim |
| It was all for our very own good |
| 'Twas a lie, a magnificent lie |
| Now, your subjects have turned on you |
| And you claim you have lots on your mind |
| Well, we’ll take care of that for you |
| Get that damn thing off the neck |
| I’m the head of the board now I’m bored of her head |
| Sharpen up the blade boys, what are you waiting for? |
| Here’s where we all get ahead! |
| Wipe that damn smile off your face |
| Or we’ll lop it off clean with our new guillotine |
| Sharpen up the blade boys, what are you waiting for? |
| Here’s where we all get ahead! |
| All my troubles, all my pain |
| Stems from this thing that you call a «brain» |
| Be my guest, sever me from the source |
| Of all my agony |
| What a shame, I’ve forgotten my name |
| Without the use of my brain and |
| «My, bet I’ll sleep well tonight!» |
| Without this head of mine |
| Get this damn thing off my neck |
| I’m the head of the board now I’m bored of my head |
| Sharpen up the blade boys, what are you waiting for? |
| Here’s where we all get ahead! |
| Wipe that damn smile off your face |
| Or we’ll lop it off clean with our new guillotine |
| Sharpen up the blade boys |
| Bells are now tolling, soon heads will be rolling |
| Please Sir, for me, Sir, |
| Won’t you see if you see, Sir? |
| Oh dear, I dread |
| I seem to have lost my head |
| I think I left it about |
| It fell to the ground |
| And I kicked it around |
| Has anyone seen, no need to be mean, |
| My bloody, fat, ugly head? |
| Please Miss, for me, Sis, |
| Won’t you see if you see, Sis |
| It’s got black hair |
| And it’s kickin' about in the square |
| I’m really not totally sure but |
| I think that it might have rolled into the sewer. |
| Has anyone seen, no need to be mean, |
| My bloody, fat, ugly head? |