Skulls

The corpes all hanging headless and limp,

Bodies with no surprises,

The blood drains down like the devil's rain,

We'll bathe tonight.



I want your skulls,

I need your skulls,

I want your skulls,

I need your skulls.



Demon I am and face I peel,

See your skin turned inside out,

'Cause I've gotta have you on my wall,

Gotta have you on my wall, 'cause,



I want your skulls,

I need your skulls,

I want your skulls,

I need your skulls.



Collect the heads of little girls and,

Put 'em on my wall.

Hack the heads off little girls and,

Put 'em on my wall.



Whoa

Whoa



I want your skulls,

I need your skulls,

I want your skulls,

I need your skulls.