Letras: Residents. Harry The Head.

The head was hardly human
The head is finally dead
"I can live forever in formaldehyde"
He said

Once he made me so mad
I knocked him on the floor
He rolled around and found
A little paint brush by the door

As he held it in his teeth
He painted angels on the skirt I wore
Harry, Harry
Harry

Harry the head is dead
Harry the head is dead
Harry the head is dead