Dead Head Fred

Well, good morning!
Oh, it's so good to be here today with you
My lovely specimens. How are y'all doing?
I know, I know,
It's not really fun being tied to a chair and being tortured and stuff
But me and my friend Fred will Try
To get this over and done with real quick
So, uh, who's Fred you ask?
Well, he's the guy who lives inside my head
And has told me to do all this sadistic shit To you
So, uh, Fred, what do you reckon?
I reckon we should break out the blowtorch
Because I really do love the smell of Burnt flesh in the morning
So just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride

You can tie em up now, get down, tie em down
You can tie up now, get down
You can tie em up now, get down, tie em down
In a playful fantasy

You can tie em up now, get down, tie em down
You can tie up now, get down
You can tie em up now, get down, tie em down
In a playful fantasy

Oh it's so good to be back here, how was that for you guys?
I know me and Fred had a great time using that
Blowtorch on you, oh god, the smell of flesh is so sweet
But uh, what do you reckon Fred, should we move on now?
Should we move on to maybe some scissors, some pliers
Or should we break out our set of knives?
Oh, you think the knives
Well uh, I reckon we can get some creative
With some nice skin carvings or something, Fred
So, again, sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride

You can tie em up now, get down, tie em down
You can tie up now, get down
You can tie em up now, get down, tie em down
In a playful fantasy

You can tie em up now, get down, tie em down
You can tie up now, get down
You can tie em up now, get down, tie em down
In a playful fantasy

Oh, where am I? Where are you Fred?
Oh God, oh God, there's so much blood, Fred what'd you make me do?
Oh, oh, I can't do it anymore, Fred
I never wanted to be like this
I never wanted to be this way
I had dreams, you know, Fred
It's all your fault
Oh God

What did I do, Fred?
What have I done?
Oh, I never wanted to be like this, Fred
I didn't want to kill so many people, Fred and it's all your fault

Get out of my head, Fred
Oh, oh
I don't wanna do this anymore, Fred
Oh, oh
I never wanted to be this way
Oh, I'm so sorry, Fred
Get out of my head

I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
It's all Fred's fault
It's all your fault, Fred

I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry

Nah, I'm just kidding,
Me and Fred, we love this shit
And, uh, we've been doing it for years now
And you ain't our first rodeo
But, uh, oh, shit, Fred, we killed them again
What do we do from here

Well, I think we should drag their bodies to the bathroom
Drain their blood in the bathtub
And then cut tiny chunks of their flesh off
And feed them to our fucking Pomeranians

How's that for a fucking ending