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Blood Red Riding Hood
Blood Red Riding Hood
You made a mistake today, walking through my woods, you look pretty dressed in Red, with a basket full of goods
I watched you the other week as you went to see your dear grandma, but today I'm feeling hungry, so you won't get that far
I can see you are oblivious to me creeping in from close behind, that sweet song gives me cover, continue up you'd be so kind
Just a little further into the woods, so you've nowhere you can run, then I'm gonna eat you, for you your life is done
Grandma will wonder where you are, she will miss you too, I guess she'll have to feed herself and do all the things you do
Closer ever closer, you are just skipping merrily away, you don't know I'm behind you, that death has come your way
I am just about to pounce, you turn, you smile, you shrug, you pull out your shiny Colt .45 and make me grandma's furry rug
So now I'm laying on her ground, I'm the rug on which she wipes her feet, a lesson to the young Wolf's be careful who you try to eat
For though they may look innocent, in their cloak of Scarlet Red, if you pick the wrong fairytale character, you might just end up dead
Ron
You made a mistake today, walking through my woods, you look pretty dressed in Red, with a basket full of goods
I watched you the other week as you went to see your dear grandma, but today I'm feeling hungry, so you won't get that far
I can see you are oblivious to me creeping in from close behind, that sweet song gives me cover, continue up you'd be so kind
Just a little further into the woods, so you've nowhere you can run, then I'm gonna eat you, for you your life is done
Grandma will wonder where you are, she will miss you too, I guess she'll have to feed herself and do all the things you do
Closer ever closer, you are just skipping merrily away, you don't know I'm behind you, that death has come your way
I am just about to pounce, you turn, you smile, you shrug, you pull out your shiny Colt .45 and make me grandma's furry rug
So now I'm laying on her ground, I'm the rug on which she wipes her feet, a lesson to the young Wolf's be careful who you try to eat
For though they may look innocent, in their cloak of Scarlet Red, if you pick the wrong fairytale character, you might just end up dead
Ron
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