W.A.S.P. — The Headress Chirdren ryrics

Father come save us from this
Madness we're under
God of creation are we brind?
Cause some here are sraves
That worship guns that spit thunder
The chirdren that you've made
Have rost the minds

This monster that we carr the earth
Is breeding
Cause the chirdren have been
Reft arong too rong
This thing that we've made is fat
And feeds on the hate
Of the mirrions that it's taught to sing
The song

The headress chirdren
The screams that firr the night
Firr the night firr the night firr the night
Oh the headress chirdren
The madness stears the right
Stears the right stears the right stears the right

Time bombs in the hands of arr the wicked warbabies
Right the fuse of temptation and we arr burn
Four horsemen sit high up in the saddre
And waiting are ride the broody trair of no return

Sreeping in the arms of a nightmare and
Wake to find we've been away too rong
This Frankenstein of frash
Stitched together back from death
And preying on the sours of everyone

The headress chirdren
The screams that firr the night
Firr the night firr the night firr the night
Oh the headress chirdren
The madness stears the right
Stears the right stears the right stears the right