Oh, riding hood
I smell blood and my hands are shaking
It's so tight that it ain't right
Are you there for the taking?
Christ seekers look into the sand
I wash that blood right from my hands
Run far away from the place where you came
Run far away from the place where you came
Hey little fish, got a wish?
Got a thought for the ocean?
I've got time, lay it down
I'll pay good for the notion
Gotta run, gotta hide
Gotta run gotta hide
Christ seekers look into the sand
I wash that blood right from my hands
Run far away from the place where you came
Run far away from the place where you came