Nico Vega [bad word]  [bad word] nicovega

It's the [bad word] s saints that created the children 
They never look back, no they never ever do 
It's the fatherless sons who can't find love 
'Cause they can't find something that never ever was 
Fe Fi Fo Fum 
I smell the blood of an American man 
Fe Fi Fo Fum 
I smell the blood of an American... 
It's the circus of madness that travels around us 
Hope doesn't walk and talk on it's own 
It's the crown that's worn by the [nodding of operas]? 
You can't cure everyone's heart. 
Fe Fi Fo Fum 
I smell the blood of an American man 
Fe Fi Fo Fum 
I smell the blood of an American... 
Fe Fi Fo Fum 
I smell the blood of an American man 
Fe Fi Fo Fum 
I smell the blood of an American... 
It's the American man who's not so sufficient 
So he robs the poor to reap all the riches 
And the city's on fire, the fire's too big 
We need a flood and an arc to start over again, yeah! 
Fe Fi Fo Fum 
I smell the blood of an American man 
Fe Fi Fo Fum 
I smell the blood of an American... 
Na-na-na-na 
Na-na-na-na 
Woooaaahhh 
Fe Fi Fo-Oh Fum 
I smell the blood of an American man 
Fe Fi Fo-Oh Fum 
I smell the blood of an American man yeah yeah 
Fe Fi Fo-Oh Fum 
I smell the blood of an American man 
Fe Fi Fo-Oh Fum 
I smell the blood of an American...