Demented

We'll cut out your throats
And remove your brains
To us this is so much fun
We don't mean to boast
No, don't think we're insane
We are just demented surgeons
We emptied your skull
And polished it clean
It proudly sits on our shelf
Your carcass it lays there bleeding
The phones, they won't stop ringing
Just wait! The doctor will see you
He has something special for you