The Poison Hand
Lyrics
The Art Of Headhunting
Chop, chop, chop
Off comes the head
I'm on a killing spree, machete in hand
Run for your life, run for your life
Headhunter
Of the
Cannibal tribe
The art of headhunting
Hack, hack, hack
The sound of the axe
Bone-splitting force
Separates head from neck
Run for your life, run for your life
Spine splits in half as your neck bone now cracks
Meat to rot
From the corpse
Maggots feed
As you decompose
I feed on those maggots and feed on your soul
The art of headhunting
Chop, chop, chop
Off comes the head
I'm on a killing spree, machete in hand
Run for your life, run for your life
Headhunter
Of the
Cannibal tribe
I feed on those maggots and feed on your soul
Writer(s): CHRIS BARNES, GREG GALL, STEVEN SWANSON, TERRY BUTLER
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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