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I've seen your severed head

At a banquet for the dead

All are dressed up for dinner

Looked so fine

Your shining silver service

So tasteful it powdered

With the finest military quick wine

Now try and picture this

As I gave you a kiss

The apple in your mouth slipped in mine

The orchestra played the sweetest serenade

We laughed as we put away your wine

So raise your glasses, here's a toast to wasted lives

May all their ghosts come back to haunt you

And tell you how they died

How do you sleep

How do you last the night

And keep the dogs at bay

How do you feel when you close your eyes

And try and drift away

Does it feel any better now

Does it mean any more

When the angel of death comes

Knock- knocking and banging at your door

When all the fun was over

I put you on my shoulder

Took you home away from it all

Shot down and claimed, mounted and framed

Tastefully hung upon my wall

All my dreams, your nightmares

I hope they all come true

Get off your knees the party's over

I'm coming home to you

repeat chorus twice more

-thanks to people on the net for the lyrics

John Spencer