Listen up, sweetie.   We all know that you're a beautiful girl in this horrible world    In this suggestion of horror    The portraits on the walls...    Look at their eyes, they always seem to follow      Look at their eyes... they always seem to follow me!       Out of tune, this tale of terror   The solemn tolling of the funeral bells   I want to know whats going on in that pretty little head of yours    Where every-days a bone pallace ballet      Biting the flesh from your finger   You know, i just cant help myself    I wish to believe, but believe is a graveyard    May this night never see the morning, as finally one will not    Maybe youre the one thats overrated    Shriek, scream, much too horrified to speak       Out of tune, this tale of terror   The solemn tolling of the funeral bells   I want to know whats going on in that pretty little head of yours    Where every-days a bone pallace ballet      This morning I woke up    I rubbed my eyes and    I took a quick glance around the room    And saw what happened here last night    There was blood on the walls    And the sheets smelled like sweat and sex    We have narrowed it down to a butcher knife    And the mockingbird with the blood      Out of tune, this tale of terror   The solemn tolling of the funeral bells   I want to know whats going on in that pretty little head of yours    Where every-days a bone pallace ballet