Little Red Schoolhouse

The day the children came
School house on the hill
Red paint peeling
Was alive with nationalistic fire

Their minds were altered
By the dreams the night before
Pictures of murder
And blood-kissed faces twisted with desire

First they hung the teacher
Then they set the flag alight
Then they razed that little school right to the ground

Next they ripped the principal
They stuck scissors in his eyes
Then they raized that little school right to the ground

The day the children came
School house on the hill
Red paint peeling
And blood-kissed faces twisted with desire
And blood-kissed faces twisted with desire
And blood-kissed faces twisted with desire

| WEBMISTRESS' CORNER | A COFFIN OF DESIRES | CREDITS |

Web Weaving COPYRIGHT Netsational Web Design - www.netsational.com, 1998, 1999, 2000 - Disclaimer

Get paid to surf the web!