Dread Full Head

Curled up in Mrs. Clean's supercharged

And deadly green machine

She'd drive though anything

She'd work in privacy rigging things

With wire, chain and string

She'd tie up anything

Overhead and underhanded in her mind

It took off and then it landed from behind

Her dread full head

Her dread full head

She tried recovering by whispering

And sipping on her whine

The dry and verbal kind

Her hair was knotted red, it would swing from her head

And hit you in the eye

You ducked on the second try

From your mouth and off the planet it did fly

She ran off and then you grabbed her from behind

Her dread full head

Her dread full head

Your head

Your head

Woke up in Mrs. Clean's supercharged

And deadly green machine

We'd drive through anything

We'd work in privacy rigging things

With wire, chain and string

We'd tie up anything

I got in when you were out and took a ride

In your head to look around and see inside

Her dread full head

Her dread full head

Her dread full head

Her dread full head

Your head

Your head