Dead Eyes Opened Songtext

von Severed Heads

"Is your name Patrick Mahon? It is?"

"By strange coincidence, a thunderstorm had been brewing when Mahon, doing his grisly work at the bungalow, was dealing with the most grisly job of all--the head, the woman's head. He had severed it from the trunk, built a huge fire in the sitting room, placed her head upon it, then (I owe a debt here to Edgar Wallace, who edited the transcript of the Mahon trial), then the storm broke with a violent flash of lightning and an appalling crash of thunder. As the head of Emily Kaye lay upon the coals, the dead eyes opened, and Mahon fled out to the deserted shore. When he nerved himself to return, the fire had done its work. The head was never found..."

[At 3:53 in the Volition Stretcher version]
"The sexy smiles, the curly hair, the coaxing bedroom eyes. The perfect suburban Don Juan. The perfect tennis club Lothario. All the cheap good looks, all the superficial charm. Girls went for Mahon, and Mahon went for girls."

[At 3:53 in the Nettwerk Dead Eyes Opened version]
"You lost your head. And having lost your head, you left the lady's body in the bungalow. Is that right? Yes?"
"Do you mean you wanted to go on having connection with her?"