Little Red Boys

A little red boy takes a bullet like a plastic drinking bottle. It’ll rip right through him, tear a damn
straight hole through his torso. That’s what little red boys deserve though. That’s what they tell
me, and I believe it like the Gospel or the Chief. Little red boys deserve bullet holes and missing
limbs and gouged eyeballs.
That’s what little red boys deserve though. That’s what they taught me.
Lieutenant Jim Wayne, sir. I was a street cleaner before, and I’m a Street Cleaner now. Little red
boys are going to get many, many bullet holes, sir. So is Lieutenant Jim Wayne. Little red boys
and Lieutenant Jim Wayne are going to get many, many bullet holes and missing limbs and
gouged eyeballs. Praise Jesus.

Yes, sir, Lieutenant Jim Wayne and I played hopscotch together as kids. We thought we were
the king. But Chief is the King. Praise Jesus. Lieutenant Jim Wayne helped me walk as a kid,
when I fell down, he helped me walk. Lieutenant Jim Wayne and I played hopscotch together
as kids, and when I fell down, he helped me walk.

Little red boys are raised by big red women and huge red men. They take more bullets than the
little red boy, but that’s okay, ‘cause we have ‘em. That’s what big red women and huge red
men deserve though. That’s what they taught me, and I believe it like the Gospel or the Chief.
Big red women and huge red men deserve tight nooses and buzzy chairs and stabby pain.

That’s what big red women and huge red men deserve though. That’s what they taught me.

Let me at ‘em. I wanna give them all bullet holes and missing limbs and gouged eyeballs, tight
nooses and buzzy chairs and stabby pain. Praise Jesus. I want them to get their presents from
America. Little red boys are raised by big red women and huge red men, and I want all of them
to get their presents from America. I believe it like the Gospel or the Chief. Praise Jesus.

Yes, sir, Lieutenant Jim Wayne will get his presents too. A bullet hole in the head teaches a
lesson better than Jesus does. Praise Jesus. Lieutenant Jim Wayne will get his presents, though.
That’s what Lieutenant Jim Wayne deserves though. That’s what they told me, and I believe it
like the Gospel or the Chief. I was a street cleaner before, and I’m a Street Cleaner now.

Dead, sir? Yes, I want them dead. I want them so very dead. Praise Jesus. They all deserve to
be dead, and I’ll do it, sir. I’ll make them dead. Praise Jesus. They’re gonna die, and they’ll go
straight to hell. Praise Jesus. Praise the Chief. Praise America. I’m gonna make them all dead.

Lieutenant Jim Wayne?

Dead.

Little red boys?

Dead.

Big red women and huge red men?

Dead.

That’s what they told me, and I know it like the Gospel or the Chief.

Praise Jesus. Praise the Chief. Praise America.