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    (Chorus)  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    Decapitaion brings frustration  And sorrow to the soul  All the lawyers getting rich  In this the headless hole    (Chorus)    (Solo: Ron, solo: Brett)    Children working overtime  A fate we'd surely dread  Please, just one last question sir  Did they ever find his head?    (Chorus)    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...