The Meteors

I'm a psycho for you're for your love baby yeah Il follow you to hell or anywhere If your daddy tells me to stop and get out I'm gonna put him on his back and kick him right in the mouth Cos I'm a psycho for your love baby yeah Go to the graveyard se

Well, I've got a machine, yeah. I keep it under my bed. And let me feed on your head. Yeah, it's make minced meat, Out of your legs and your feet, Cause I'm a corpse grinder, baby. Well, you know I love you, But ain't life a drag? I wanna chop you up

Little Red Riding Hood - The Meteors hey there little red ridin' hood, you sure are lookin' good. you every thing that a big bad wolf would want. little red ridin' hood, I don't think that a big girl sould, go walkin' in the streets or woods alone. W