Blood Red Head on Fire

Blood-red head, blood-red head, ahhh
Blood-red head, blood-red head
No one knows who sent it, or what it first was called
No one knows what made it, or when it first was mauled
No one understands why it burns, but never dies
One thing is for sure though, that burning bastard flies
Here comes the burning, blood-red head on fire
As laser beams shoot from the eyes of the choir
It doesn’t need a body 'cause it flies through the air
It’s a blood-red head on fire, and it doesn’t care
If you think you’re a badass, and you try to stand your ground
It will look into your eyes and make it’s awful sound
Then it will suddenly fly at you
And hit you in your head or chest
And your body will disintegrate
Because the blood-red head’s the best
Here comes the burning, blood-red head on fire
As laser beams shoot from the eyes of the choir
It doesn’t need a body 'cause it flies through the air
It’s a blood-red head on fire, and it doesn’t care
Razor sharp fangs in a gross mouth, yellow burning eyes, surprise
Gordy cauliflower ears, and talons growing out of it’s face
8 feet off the ground, and moving fast, and looking down
The people scatter as the foul death spreads
Blood-Red Head
You may think duke lion could defeat this awful foe
Well you may be right, because
They fought about a week ago
The blood red head on fire
Was immune to Duke’s fire balls
So Duke Lion gave up and went on a quest
For the Ice sword of Gaultry
Here comes the burning, blood-red head on fire
As laser beams shoot from the eyes of the choir
It doesn’t need a body 'cause it flies through the air
It’s a blood-red head on fire, and it doesn’t care