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