The police knew little Jamie was dead,

But when they found her in the garden

With out a head

Corpse all rotted away

Kevin was caught that day

They strapped him down and poisoned him

Deaths sweet kiss

Lingering from a hypo’s tip

In death Kevin didn’t fall

Back to his old haunts

Ripping heads off girls big and small

Killer Kevin’s still around

And he chops, chops, chops

Pulls the skulls right out of people’s necks

In the darkest corners he lies

Watching children with feral eyes

And waits until he can

Chop, chop, chop

With his rusted axe

Add your skull to his wall

You see he can’t stop now

He still wants that perfect skull