�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�
[Solo : Mike � Andy]
�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
[Solo : Mike]
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
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