Give Me Your Soul
'Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead'
I think I know that little girl, I wonder where I've seen her before
In a cellar down below, I see the little girl playing with a boy
They're having fun
In comes Daddy
He's in a rage
Screaming and yelling
He's not very nice
Cold as ice, an axe in his hand
Oh no, looks like he's going insane
Pictures in red
Pictures in red
The axe is coming down into his head
Pictures in red
Pictures in red
The little boy is dead
'Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead'
It must be a dream
It must be a dream from below Oh
'Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
13 judges on a bench, the little boy is screaming: No, it's a mistake!
A suicide is what you are, the judges say: You're going down
You're going down to Hell
'Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead'
It must be a dream
It must be a dream from below Oh
'Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead'
I think I know that little girl, I wonder where I've seen her before
In a cellar down below, I see the little girl dressed in blood
And the blood is not her own
Looks like he's going insane again
Pictures in red
Pictures in red
Daddy's hands are squeezing her neck
Pictures in red
Little girl is dead
And Daddy's got a hole in his head
I think I know that little girl, I wonder where I've seen her before
In a cellar down below, I see the little girl playing with a boy
They're having fun
In comes Daddy
He's in a rage
Screaming and yelling
He's not very nice
Cold as ice, an axe in his hand
Oh no, looks like he's going insane
Pictures in red
Pictures in red
The axe is coming down into his head
Pictures in red
Pictures in red
The little boy is dead
'Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead'
It must be a dream
It must be a dream from below Oh
'Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead
13 judges on a bench, the little boy is screaming: No, it's a mistake!
A suicide is what you are, the judges say: You're going down
You're going down to Hell
'Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead'
It must be a dream
It must be a dream from below Oh
'Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead'
I think I know that little girl, I wonder where I've seen her before
In a cellar down below, I see the little girl dressed in blood
And the blood is not her own
Looks like he's going insane again
Pictures in red
Pictures in red
Daddy's hands are squeezing her neck
Pictures in red
Little girl is dead
And Daddy's got a hole in his head
Credits
Writer(s): Kim Petersen
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