Little Red Riding Hood - Sparzanza

Loving alive, the living dead

Don’t be bad, at night in bed

Blonde as light, summer wild

Snakes in her hair, a blood child

Her dirty looks, her filthy clothes

Makes you melt, your dream explode

Into a vivid kind of dream

Reality turns into a blood stream

HERE SHE COMES, THERE SHE GOES

LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

THERE SHE IS, IN YOUR HEAD

LITTLE RED RIDING DEAD

Now ask yourself, are you the wolf?

In this bloody rendez vous

She’s so alive, but full of sin

Wolf teeth, or snake bite, you cannot win