Children working overtime
To satisfy his whims
Off scot free? Well I think not
The three invade his dreams
You won't be back tomorrow Vic
Sneak preview never comes
What a waste for just a taste
Of blood filling your lungs
He took away two children's lives
For entertainment's sake
No thoughts for naught but his alone
Their blood was his to slake
Where were the stunt men paid so much
To take away the risk?
The government inspectors
Preventing things like this
Decapitation brings frustration
And sorrow to the soul
All the lawyers getting rich
In this the headless hole
Children working overtime
A fate we'd surely dread
Please, just one last question sir
Did they ever find his head?
The man who brought us fantasy
Has stung us with reality
Millions spent
But it's too late for them
I draw satisfaction
Knowing that he will
Get his in the end
