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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. From Letras Mania