Fe Fi Fo Fum

It's the bastard's saints that created the children

They never look back, no they never ever do

It's the fatherless sons who can't find love

'Cause they can't find something that never ever was

Fe Fi Fo Fum

I smell the blood of an American man

Fe Fi Fo Fum

I smell the blood of an American...

It's the circus of madness that travels around us

Hope doesn't walk and talk on it's own

It's the crown that's worn by the [nodding of operas]?

You can't cure everyone's heart.

Fe Fi Fo Fum

I smell the blood of an American man

Fe Fi Fo Fum

I smell the blood of an American...

Fe Fi Fo Fum

I smell the blood of an American man

Fe Fi Fo Fum

I smell the blood of an American...

It's the American man who's not so sufficient

So he robs the poor to reap all the riches

And the city's on fire, the fire's too big

We need a flood and an arc to start over again, yeah!

Fe Fi Fo Fum

I smell the blood of an American man

Fe Fi Fo Fum

I smell the blood of an American...

Na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na

Woooaaahhh

Fe Fi Fo-Oh Fum

I smell the blood of an American man

Fe Fi Fo-Oh Fum

I smell the blood of an American man yeah yeah

Fe Fi Fo-Oh Fum

I smell the blood of an American man

Fe Fi Fo-Oh Fum

I smell the blood of an American...