Queen of Hearts

Heads roll leaving slippery red carpets
Leading to the Queen's feet
Bleeding posts with battered heads
Bring them to their knees
Collect them all one by one
In her wicker baskets
Please the queen with what you've done
A penny for your thoughts
Chuck them in the trophy room
Take your pretty pence
Another day, another line
Heads rolling off the slab.
Pick 'em up, line 'em up, count 'em up by three
Wrap 'em up with a pretty bow
Send them to the Queen
Grind your axe and clean your stone
It's time to go on home
On your way they block your path
The swiney men in three
Enough's enough, you've done enough
Now they bring you to your knees
You can scream and cry until your eyes run dry
But they will not hear your pleas
With your face in the mud
And the axe hanging over your head
They do just as they must
"A message to the Queen," they'll say
As your head rolls down the street
They'll catch it on their poking stick
And call for all to see
Down the street they'll dance and scream
With the butcher's head for God to see
They'll carry on up to the queen
And taunt her on her throne
Laughing, singing, carrying on
She can do nothing but scream
For no more fun can be had
When no heads roll through her door