| Song | The Little Children |
| Artist | David Axelrod |
| Album | David Axelrod |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Axelrod | |
| *Choir singing* | |
| [Verse 1: Ras Kass] | |
| Capable of good and evil, so who'll lead you | |
| Feed you to the beast cause politicians don't need you | |
| Being a child is illegal, no bids, exam you pantin his ball eagle | |
| Then two voices spoke; | |
| We do, we bids in trouble and hunger | |
| We bid for their life and lamb | |
| When it get to be too many, we'll take care of them | |
| Like I own, we'll hide 'em in secret places where no-one can hear they moan | |
| [Verse 2: Ras Kass] | |
| Uh uh, I bid, I bid said the crowd just screamin | |
| I bid for them all | |
| I'll teach them a thou-sand things | |
| To lie, to sneak, and to crawl | |
| They'll sleep in my place like maggots | |
| And if they work out like I want | |
| It won't have to work ahaha | |
| [Verse 3: Ras Kass] | |
| No, I'll bid you higher and even higher, if I have to | |
| Said Chron with his wolf's grin | |
| I love to lead the children | |
| And all those nice paths of sin | |
| They'll all budge up to steal | |
| The great cities streets they'll feel | |
| And they'll grow too old to pity | |
| Just right for the cops to kill | |
| Give +me+ the little children | |
| You good, you rich, and you wise | |
| And while the busy world spins around | |
| While you shut your goddamn eyes | |
| And your judges will all have work | |
| And your lawyers will flat their tongues | |
| And you jail goils and cops will be the fathers to your young | |
| Hahahaha | |
| Auction of your future |
| zuo ci : Axelrod | |
| Choir singing | |
| Verse 1: Ras Kass | |
| Capable of good and evil, so who' ll lead you | |
| Feed you to the beast cause politicians don' t need you | |
| Being a child is illegal, no bids, exam you pantin his ball eagle | |
| Then two voices spoke | |
| We do, we bids in trouble and hunger | |
| We bid for their life and lamb | |
| When it get to be too many, we' ll take care of them | |
| Like I own, we' ll hide ' em in secret places where noone can hear they moan | |
| Verse 2: Ras Kass | |
| Uh uh, I bid, I bid said the crowd just screamin | |
| I bid for them all | |
| I' ll teach them a thousand things | |
| To lie, to sneak, and to crawl | |
| They' ll sleep in my place like maggots | |
| And if they work out like I want | |
| It won' t have to work ahaha | |
| Verse 3: Ras Kass | |
| No, I' ll bid you higher and even higher, if I have to | |
| Said Chron with his wolf' s grin | |
| I love to lead the children | |
| And all those nice paths of sin | |
| They' ll all budge up to steal | |
| The great cities streets they' ll feel | |
| And they' ll grow too old to pity | |
| Just right for the cops to kill | |
| Give me the little children | |
| You good, you rich, and you wise | |
| And while the busy world spins around | |
| While you shut your goddamn eyes | |
| And your judges will all have work | |
| And your lawyers will flat their tongues | |
| And you jail goils and cops will be the fathers to your young | |
| Hahahaha | |
| Auction of your future |
| zuò cí : Axelrod | |
| Choir singing | |
| Verse 1: Ras Kass | |
| Capable of good and evil, so who' ll lead you | |
| Feed you to the beast cause politicians don' t need you | |
| Being a child is illegal, no bids, exam you pantin his ball eagle | |
| Then two voices spoke | |
| We do, we bids in trouble and hunger | |
| We bid for their life and lamb | |
| When it get to be too many, we' ll take care of them | |
| Like I own, we' ll hide ' em in secret places where noone can hear they moan | |
| Verse 2: Ras Kass | |
| Uh uh, I bid, I bid said the crowd just screamin | |
| I bid for them all | |
| I' ll teach them a thousand things | |
| To lie, to sneak, and to crawl | |
| They' ll sleep in my place like maggots | |
| And if they work out like I want | |
| It won' t have to work ahaha | |
| Verse 3: Ras Kass | |
| No, I' ll bid you higher and even higher, if I have to | |
| Said Chron with his wolf' s grin | |
| I love to lead the children | |
| And all those nice paths of sin | |
| They' ll all budge up to steal | |
| The great cities streets they' ll feel | |
| And they' ll grow too old to pity | |
| Just right for the cops to kill | |
| Give me the little children | |
| You good, you rich, and you wise | |
| And while the busy world spins around | |
| While you shut your goddamn eyes | |
| And your judges will all have work | |
| And your lawyers will flat their tongues | |
| And you jail goils and cops will be the fathers to your young | |
| Hahahaha | |
| Auction of your future |