On his head there was a black hood
He knew that soon he'd die
They stood him on a empty crate
He pissed himself drip-dry
They cut his fuckin' head off
And filmed it for good measure
We saw it on the TV just before the weather
Yeah they cut his fuckin' head off and he gurgled as he bled
The top half of his orange suit turned a grisly shade of red
Oh yeah a grisly shade of red
They stood him on an empty crate a black hood on his head
A black hood on his head