Blood Red Head
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Blood Red Head
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Blood Red Head
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Blood Red Head
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No one knows who sent it
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Or what it first was called
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No one knows what made it
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Or when it first was mauled
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No one understands why
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It burns but never dies
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One thing is for sure though
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That burning bastard flies
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Here comes the burning
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Blood red, head on fire
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As laser beams shoot
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From the eyes of the choir
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It doesn't need a body
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'Cause it flies through the air
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It's a blood red head on fire
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And it doesn't care
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If you think you're badass
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And you try to stand your ground
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It will look into your eyes
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And make it's awful sound
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Then it will suddenly fly at you
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And hit you in the head or chest
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Then your body will disintegrate
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Because the Blood Red Head's the best
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Here comes the burning
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Blood red, head on fire
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As laser beams shoot
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From the eyes of the choir
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It doesn't need a body
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'Cause it flies through the air
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It's a blood red head on fire
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And it doesn't care
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Razor sharp fangs in a gross mouth
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Yellow burning eyes, surprise
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Gordy cauliflower ears
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And talons growing out of its face
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Eight feet off the ground
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Moving fast and looking down
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The people scatter as the foul death spreads
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You may think Duke Lion
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Could defeat this awful foe
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You may be right
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Because they fought about a week ago
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The Blood Red Head on fire
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Was immune to Duke's fireballs
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So Duke gave up and went on
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A quest for the Ice Sword of Gaultry
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Here comes the burning
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Blood red, head on fire
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As laser beams shoot
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From the eyes of the choir
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It doesn't need a body
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'Cause it flies through the air
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It's a blood red head on fire
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And it doesn't care
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Blood Red Head On Fire
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Black Light Burns |