Lil' red Parade
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
I can hear you breath expire, from half a dozen miles
I can smell your skin perspire, you little prey of mine
AK wants to play a game, take-in to the Katyn trees
I can take it easy as long as you revive my thrills
Show time, why would you run from me?
It's just a gun, personal toy, for funny games indeed
Let's Try, flee me if you can
One, two, three, aim, fire, it's time to kill, again
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Ice cream for sweet new pleasures, or bitter flesh to lick
Your scream on a plate to serve, this better do the trick
Air-raid flash, medium rare, this taste arouse my hidden beast
Red-hair-tight, on a chair, a pyre's meat for feast
"Dis moi kalash as-tu?"
12 gauges is fire enough
Delicious stew
Youngblood on periods
Overlords
Sadistfied at innocence
Tantalized by inner sin
Hide and seek is sick enough to meet with all my needs
So, writhe, it doesn't matter anyway
Fangs to you, my little lambs, time to toll those devil's bells
Guns Filled, the better to eat you with
One, two, three frantic attempts, to retain my hands
Still try, cause master's gone away
A slack muzzle was a bad idea for such hyena's fantasies
Lesson of the day, when shepherd is away, the wolf is always right
Witness the case, we're now going to cite
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Kill, kill, kill, kill
(Got you)
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
I can hear you breath expire, from half a dozen miles
I can smell your skin perspire, you little prey of mine
AK wants to play a game, take-in to the Katyn trees
I can take it easy as long as you revive my thrills
Show time, why would you run from me?
It's just a gun, personal toy, for funny games indeed
Let's Try, flee me if you can
One, two, three, aim, fire, it's time to kill, again
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Ice cream for sweet new pleasures, or bitter flesh to lick
Your scream on a plate to serve, this better do the trick
Air-raid flash, medium rare, this taste arouse my hidden beast
Red-hair-tight, on a chair, a pyre's meat for feast
"Dis moi kalash as-tu?"
12 gauges is fire enough
Delicious stew
Youngblood on periods
Overlords
Sadistfied at innocence
Tantalized by inner sin
Hide and seek is sick enough to meet with all my needs
So, writhe, it doesn't matter anyway
Fangs to you, my little lambs, time to toll those devil's bells
Guns Filled, the better to eat you with
One, two, three frantic attempts, to retain my hands
Still try, cause master's gone away
A slack muzzle was a bad idea for such hyena's fantasies
Lesson of the day, when shepherd is away, the wolf is always right
Witness the case, we're now going to cite
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Kill, kill, kill, kill
(Got you)
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Writer(s): K.g.b.
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