Skulls

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.