Verse 1/
Picking up the bones off the floor,
Placing them neatly in a pile,
I said ‘sorry executioner,’
And all he did was smile,
I’ve been missing say a week,
I wonder if they notice,
See how lonely it can be,
Strait jacket fever.

Pre-Chorus/
And now I smile like I did before,
The shots don’t work,
It’s too late for me,
Now my hands jerk and I itch to kill,
Ready to blow,
Your simple mind away.

Chorus/
Bloodbath killing spree,
Trigger happy death freak,
It’s a nightmare for me,
Singing from the guillotine,
Dancing on the graveyard,
While he lays there sleeping tight,
I’m a maniac don’t you see?
Why I’m singing from the guillotine.

Verse 2/
Blow me a kiss then send me to hell,
I got one more thing to say to you,
Are you really that desperate?
To see me die today,
I want to see my children,
I promise I won’t scare them,
Their toys never bothered me,
Just the clowns they played with.

Pre-Chorus/
And now I cry from my padded cell,
I’m a wind up toy,
I’m so make believe,
Mummy got rid of me she couldn’t stand,
Weirdo for a child,
But aren’t I normal now?


Chorus/
Bloodbath killing spree,
Trigger happy death freak,
It’s a nightmare for me,
Singing from the guillotine,
Dancing on the graveyard,
While he lays there sleeping tight,
I’m a maniac don’t you see?
Why I’m singing from the guillotine.

Bridge/
I can’t escape this nightmare,
When will I wake up?
Somebody save me and get me out of here,
I’ve seen it all before,
It’s not a pretty ending,
White halls, endless white halls,
Rats on the floor,
And it’s so cold here,
My personal hell it’s hard to tell,
What’s reality and what is a dream.

I’m smiles and my fingers don’t shake now,
I’m so happy,
Just set me free and I promise I’ll be good.

Chorus/
And go on a,
Bloodbath killing spree,
Trigger happy death freak,
It’s a nightmare for me,
Singing from the guillotine,
Dancing on the graveyard,
While he lays there sleeping tight,
I’m a maniac don’t you see?
Why I’m singing from the guillotine.

Oh, oh, oh,
Singing from the guillotine,
Man I’m singing from the guillotine,
What don’t you get about that?
I’m singing from the guillotine.