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I've seen your severed head

 At a banquet for the dead

All are dressed up for dinner

 Looked so fine

 Your shining silver service

 So tasteful it powdered

 With the finest military quick wine

Now try and picture this

As I gave you a kiss

The apple in your mouth slipped in mine

The orchestra played the sweetest serenade

We laughed as we put away your wine

So raise your glasses, here's a toast to wasted lives

May all their ghosts come back to haunt you

 And tell you how they died

 How do you sleep

How do you last the night

 And keep the dogs at bay

 How do you feel when you close your eyes

 And try and drift away

 Does it feel any better now

 Does it mean any more

 When the angel of death comes

 Knock- knocking and banging at your door

When all the fun was over

I put you on my shoulder

Took you home away from it all

Shot down and claimed, mounted and framed

Tastefully hung upon my wall

All my dreams, your nightmares

 I hope they all come true

Get off your knees the party's over

 I'm coming home to you

repeat chorus twice more

-thanks to people on the net for the lyrics

John Spencer