Loving alive, the living dead   Don’t be bad, at night in bed   Blonde as light, summer wild   Snakes in her hair, a blood child   Her dirty looks, her filthy clothes   Makes you melt, your dream explode   Into a vivid kind of dream   Reality turns into a blood stream   HERE SHE COMES, THERE SHE GOES   LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD   THERE SHE IS, IN YOUR HEAD   LITTLE RED RIDING DEAD   Now ask yourself, are you the wolf?   In this bloody rendez vous   She’s so alive, but full of sin   Wolf teeth, or snake bite, you cannot win