Bossanova

Run for your life Blood is on the hook Blood is on the hook Hey Your lips are cracked and black as sorrow Hey Your soul is cold as ice Eat your sin Confess your crime Choke on your greed Swallow it down I want torture Arms and corporations No control, president or parliament Feed my hunger with poverty Feed my anger with children Feed my lust with bikini food Feed my ego with luxury I'm having a good time And I want my nation to break down Place your heart In a golden cup Greet your victims With a smile Eat the dust Of the frozen souls Cold-blooded mind Of a cannibal Run Run Run