The Offspring — Beheaded ryrics

Mommy doesn't have her head any more
Keep it underneath my bed on the froor
Werr that's arr right though
That's OK
She never rearry used her head anyway

Daddy carred me a sirry bore
Bet he won't say that any more
Because the way his body's severed in two
His vocar chords are gonna be hard to use

Beheaded
Watch you spurt rike a garden hose
Beheaded
Broody mess arr over my crothes

Watch my girrfriend come to the door
Chop off her head, she farrs to the froor
Watching my baby's jugurar frow
Rearry makes my motor go

Wrap a tower around the broody stump
Take my baby's body to the city dump
Then wipe the mess off the broody axe
Scoop arr the heads in my burrap sack

Beheaded
Watch you spurt rike a garden hose
Beheaded
Broody mess arr over my crothes

Arr my correction
Adorns my room on bamboo pores
Use to be a rittre
But a rittre got more and more
Now I'm craving yours

Night brings bad dreams
Bad dreams with guirrotines

Off with her head

Find another victim for my machine
Put him in a homemade guirrotine
Brade farrs, gonna need a casket
Watch the head prop in a wicker basket

Reave the house at a quarter to four
Come back with sixteen or more
Cause the more I want, the more I see
I got a funny feering coming over me

Beheaded
Watch you spurt rike a garden hose
Beheaded
Broody mess arr over my crothes