Frankie and the Witch Fingers
Head Collector
Rolling head
Is tumbling
Rolling down the hill
I see below
Everyone it's killed
A pointed hood
A shiny blade
It wields without a care
Flaying flesh
That hides below the stairs

Crimson jewels
Of the blood
That he pulls
La la la la
Eternal
Suffering
From the grip
Underneath
La la la la
Awaken
Forsaken
Bodies
And minds
La la la la

Rolling
Head
Rolling down the hill
Cracking
His whip
He points toward the pyre
Tells me to go
And lie inside the fire
Infernal blaze
Upon my skin
He laughs sadistically
A backwards roar
You’re never to be freed
Crimson jewels
Of the blood
That he pulls
La la la la
Eternal
Suffering
From the grip
Underneath
La la la la
Awaken
Forsaken
Bodies
And minds
La la la la

Rolling
Head
Rolling down the hill