Trample the grass down and into the dirt
Now sing along, and get back to work
Traipse through the garden, the queen needs this done
We cannot leave any white, not even one
Painting the roses for the queen of hearts
Cutting the heads off and tearing apart
All the intruders entering our space
Anything you send we will face
Tending to the flowers for a maniac monarch
Prancing over corpses mutilated in the dark
Dripping with blood from our brushes in hand
We carry out our duty to the ever-loving end
Painting the roses for the queen of hearts
Cutting the heads off and tearing apart
All the intruders entering our space
Anything you send we will face
Hold to the course
Don't anger the queen
Sing in the chorus
And get the guillotine
Painting the roses for the queen of hearts
Cutting the heads off and tearing apart
All the intruders entering our space
Anything you send we will deface