The little ones
We can't control all the little ones
All the little ones
We'll take the souls of the little ones
And I'm onto youConfess your sins of sorrow
Get 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 town
There's no return
In all the words we vowI am the king, that you would be my fancyThe little ones
We can't control all the little ones
All the little ones
We'll take the souls of the little ones
And I'm onto youWe don't believe it's over
'Cause seasons of the dead
Just sell your souls for the lowest bargains
The price will be on your headWell now I know
We're gonna bring you down
We'll take control
A new king is crownedI am the king, that you would be my fancyThe little ones
We can't control all the little ones
All the little ones
We'll take the souls of the little ones
And I'm onto youLa-la-la-la-la-laThe little ones
We can't control all the little ones
All the little ones
We'll take the souls of the little ones
And I'm onto you
The little ones
We can't control all the little ones
All the little ones
We'll take the souls of the little ones
And I'm onto you
Songwriters
Deryck Jason Whibley, David Zonshine, Adam George Alt, Robert Alt, Frank Charles ZummoPublished by
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