Blood - Wooden Wand

Little snow, little barrio

Little Paul, little Muriel

Little gnome, little Toad of (?)

Little nose, little smilin' mouth

I’m goin down

I’m goin down

I heard the sermon on the mound

They want your guardians to bow

They want your blood, and they want it now

It’ll go like it always goes

Wind’ll blow like it always blows

It’ll snow as it often snows

Grass’ll grow as it needs to grow

It’ll all go down

It’ll all go down

I know what hidin’s all about

And what your parents disallowed

They want your blood, and they want it now