03. Children 18:3 - The Cruel One | Текст песни

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• 03. Children 18:3
• The Cruel One

Flying over the counter
Broken glasses on the floor
The smell of fear and two toned hair
And a smoke trail out the door

Counting back from a hundred
And they moved the show outside
Back and forth and front to back
To seek the ones that hide

They don't want to be found

They're running from Cruella Deville
They don't know she is the mob, she runs this town
She's all evil and she's dying to kill
You don't know, you don't know
You don't know, you don't know
There she's right behind you

Sergeant Tibbs, can you hear us?
Hear the howling on the wind
Everybody's nervous here
And anxious to begin

There's a spark at the curtains
Taking our last place to hide
Tell all the kids on the playground
To get on their bikes and ride, and ride, and ride

They're running from Cruella Deville
They don't know she is the mob, she runs this town
She's all evil and she's dying to kill
You don't know, you don't know
You don't know, you don't know

Lest she find you
She is right behind you

They're running from Cruella Deville
They don't know she is the mob
She runs this town
She's all evil, she's all evil, she's all evil

Help me disappear

They're running from Cruella Deville
They don't know she is the mob, she runs this town
She's all evil and she's dying to kill
You don't know, you don't know
You don't know, you don't know

They're running from Cruella Deville
They don't know she is the mob, she runs this town
She's all evil, she's all evil, she's all evil

Lest she find you
She is right behind you
Lest she find you