Bossanova

Run for your life
Blood is on the hook
Blood is on the hook
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 dark and cold as ice
Eat your sins
Confess your crime
Choke on your greed
Swallow it down

Run for your life
Blood is on the hook
Blood is on the hook
Run for your life
Blood is on the hook
Blood is on the hook

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!

Hey
Your lips are cracked and black as sorrow
Hey
Your soul is dark and cold as ice
Eat your sins
Confess your crime
Choke on your greed
Swallow it 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!

Run!
Run!
Run!