Take Him to the Guillotine
Point the finger, raise the blade
Dice me up in your embrace
I go to pieces under your stainless-steel face
Another neck pours out its braid of red satin
The rain comes crashing down
Gurgling in the drain
His hair's soaked from the rain
His hands are black from the machine
Boys
It's beyond the walls, outside the gates
Oh, won't you step this way
Oh, won't you step this way
Take him to the guillotine, off with his head
Take him to the guillotine, hear it go shh
To the shiny machine on the hill
To the shiny machine on the hill
To the shiny machine on the hill
To the shiny machine on the hill
Take him to the guillotine
The leopard wakes at midnight
Ready to rape life
The killer comes to tea
He licks the icing off the little cakes
What the hell are we doing here
All dressed up on the top of the hill
All dressed up in our best black funeral clothes
Ready and eager for the blade
Boys
It's waiting for you, outside the gate
Oh, come along with us
Oh, won't you step this way
Take him to the guillotine, off with his head
Take him to the guillotine, hear it go shh
To the shiny machine on the hill
To the shiny machine on the hill
To the shiny machine on the hill
To the shiny machine on the hill
Take him to the guillotine
Electrocutions always give me a headache
At the back of the neck
It's like a butterfly's wing
Hovering, but I can't brush it away
The rain comes crashing down
Gurgling in the drains
My hair's soaked from the rain
My hands are black from the machine
Boys
Shh
Dice me up in your embrace
I go to pieces under your stainless-steel face
Another neck pours out its braid of red satin
The rain comes crashing down
Gurgling in the drain
His hair's soaked from the rain
His hands are black from the machine
Boys
It's beyond the walls, outside the gates
Oh, won't you step this way
Oh, won't you step this way
Take him to the guillotine, off with his head
Take him to the guillotine, hear it go shh
To the shiny machine on the hill
To the shiny machine on the hill
To the shiny machine on the hill
To the shiny machine on the hill
Take him to the guillotine
The leopard wakes at midnight
Ready to rape life
The killer comes to tea
He licks the icing off the little cakes
What the hell are we doing here
All dressed up on the top of the hill
All dressed up in our best black funeral clothes
Ready and eager for the blade
Boys
It's waiting for you, outside the gate
Oh, come along with us
Oh, won't you step this way
Take him to the guillotine, off with his head
Take him to the guillotine, hear it go shh
To the shiny machine on the hill
To the shiny machine on the hill
To the shiny machine on the hill
To the shiny machine on the hill
Take him to the guillotine
Electrocutions always give me a headache
At the back of the neck
It's like a butterfly's wing
Hovering, but I can't brush it away
The rain comes crashing down
Gurgling in the drains
My hair's soaked from the rain
My hands are black from the machine
Boys
Shh
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Writer(s): Paul Marks
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