The king is dead
They've taken his head
And now, I can't stop lookin' under my bed
When the lights go out
I scream an' I shout
(Now, I can't stop this feelin' within an' without)
(And) as the terror reigns from under my bed
And as the ghosts of the slain
They see the heads roll again
The face in the mirror
Has taken a turn for the worse
The blood from the fountain, it turns the moon red
The blood from the fountain, it turns the moon red
The blood from the fountain, it turns the moon red
They comin' to get me
They comin' to get me, again
The blood from the fountain, it turns the moon red
The blood from the fountain, it turns the moon red
The blood from the fountain, it turns the moon red
They comin' to get me, again
They comin' to get me, again
You put your head
In the guillotine
And as the blade comes down
You'll see what I mean
And as your lights go out
They'll scream and shout
"Off with his head"
I said, "off with his head"
The face in the mirror
Has taken a turn for the worse
The face in the mirror
It's gettin' worse and worse
The blood from the fountain has turned the moon red
The blood from the fountain has turned the moon red
The blood from the fountain has turned the moon red
They comin' to get me
They comin' to get me
They comin' to get me
They comin' to get me, again
