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