Pierre the grave-robber, spade in hand, dug up the Marquis where the lunatics stand, took his head from the Charenton clay, boiled the flesh from the bone away The skull, the skull, it watches still, the skull, the skull, it bends your will, the skull, the skull, don't touch the case (the skull! the skull!) you'll never forget that grinning face! Pierre never lived to sell his prize, somethin' took him - nobody knows what, or why, years pass by and the skull moves on, into a dealer's hands, London, dusk to dawn The skull, the skull, it watches still, the skull, the skull, it bends your will, the skull, the skull, Marco's for sale (the skull! the skull!) de Sade's still grinnin' from the grave! Maitland the collector, occult and proud, bought the bone from the sleaziest crowd, Sir Matthew warned him, "Send it back, it drove me to murder - mind the crack in your own skull, Maitland, mind the crack" What's it want? (YOUR MIND!) What's it take? (YOUR LIFE!) What's it leave when the mornin' comes? (NOTHIN'! NOTHIN'!) Marco found dead, no mark, no sound, Maitland took the skull, wouldn't put it down, it floats through the study, it stares him blind, it's drivin' a knife through the collector's mind IT FLOATS! IT STARES! IT DOESN'T CARE! IT WANTS YOUR HAND TO PULL THE TRIGGER THERE! The skull, the skull, it wins the game, the skull, the skull, you'll share his fame, the skull, the skull, de Sade's last laugh the skull! the skull! another skeleton for his path! "They found him with the gun still warm... and the skull, smilin', on the floor." (...the skull...)
