The little ones. We've gotta control of the little ones. Oh, the little ones. We'll take the souls of the little ones. And that might be you. Just your seems of sorrow And on your knees and pray. Don't sell your souls on the open market 'Cause there will be hell to pay. We're gonna burn We're gonna burn this down. There's no return, in other words without I am the king The little ones. We've gotta control of the little ones. Oh, the little ones. We'll take the souls of the little ones. And that might be you. We don't believe it's over, the seasons of the dead. Just sell your soul for the lowest buying, The price will be on your hand. We're gonna burn. We're gonna bring you down. We'll take the throne. The new king, his crown. I am the king The little ones. We've gotta control of the little ones. Oh, the little ones. We'll take the souls of the little ones. And that might be you. La la la la la la la la The little ones. We've gotta control of the little ones. Oh, the little ones. We'll take the souls of the little ones. And that might be you. The little ones. We've gotta control of the little ones. Oh, the little ones. We'll take the souls of the little ones. And that might be you.