| Song | Little Miss Death |
| Artist | Riot |
| Album | The Privilege Of Power |
| 作词 : Mauk, Moore, Reale | |
| I need a reason to be cool for a little while | |
| A bitter pill that ain't to hard to swallow | |
| You got me runnin' like a hot wired | |
| Cadillac A chrome-plated victory - delicious and hollow | |
| Since you came into my life | |
| You said you'd been invited | |
| Little miss death | |
| You're a vision in silver and cellophane | |
| I'll lick the blade and you'll feel the pain | |
| Till i can't remember my name | |
| Tonight you're looking like a catclub cocktail | |
| All spillin' out in your neoprane teaser | |
| You're burning up just like this number in my pocket babe | |
| Tequillas' tellin' me to shut up and squeez her | |
| You got me frozen in my place | |
| A cold cunning razor-boy | |
| Decides be a pretty face | |
| Little miss death | |
| You're a vision in silver and cellophane | |
| I'll lick the blade and you'll feel the pain | |
| Till i can't remember my name | |
| Too drunk to live - too young to die | |
| That was our battle cry our alibi | |
| Little miss death | |
| You're screaming delightfull young | |
| Jezebelle | |
| I'll pain your name across the gates of hell | |
| If that's the salvation you sell |
| zuò cí : Mauk, Moore, Reale | |
| I need a reason to be cool for a little while | |
| A bitter pill that ain' t to hard to swallow | |
| You got me runnin' like a hot wired | |
| Cadillac A chromeplated victory delicious and hollow | |
| Since you came into my life | |
| You said you' d been invited | |
| Little miss death | |
| You' re a vision in silver and cellophane | |
| I' ll lick the blade and you' ll feel the pain | |
| Till i can' t remember my name | |
| Tonight you' re looking like a catclub cocktail | |
| All spillin' out in your neoprane teaser | |
| You' re burning up just like this number in my pocket babe | |
| Tequillas' tellin' me to shut up and squeez her | |
| You got me frozen in my place | |
| A cold cunning razorboy | |
| Decides be a pretty face | |
| Little miss death | |
| You' re a vision in silver and cellophane | |
| I' ll lick the blade and you' ll feel the pain | |
| Till i can' t remember my name | |
| Too drunk to live too young to die | |
| That was our battle cry our alibi | |
| Little miss death | |
| You' re screaming delightfull young | |
| Jezebelle | |
| I' ll pain your name across the gates of hell | |
| If that' s the salvation you sell |