text: The little ones
  Weve gotta control all the little ones
  All the little ones
  Well take the souls of the little ones, and that might be you
  Confess your sins of sorrow
  Get on your knees and pray
  Dont sell your souls on the open market
  Cause there will be hell to pay
  Were gonna burn
  Were gonna burn this down
  Theres no return 
  In other words, we vow
  If I am the king, then you might be my fancy
  The little ones
  Weve gotta control all the little ones
  All the little ones
  Well take the souls of the little ones, and that might be you
  We dont believe its over
  The seasons of the dead
  Just sell your souls for the lowest bargain
  The price will be on your head
  Were not alone
  Were gonna bring you down
  Well take the throne 
  The new king is crowned
  If I am the king, then you might be my fancy
  The little ones
  Weve gotta control all the little ones
  All the little ones
  Well take the souls of the little ones, and that might be you
  La la la la, la la la la
  La la la la, la la la la
  The little ones
  Weve gotta control all the little ones
  All the little ones
  Well take the souls of the little ones, and that might be you
  The little ones 
  Weve gotta control all the little ones
  All the little ones 
  Well take the souls of the little ones, and that might be you...