BLOOD RIVER

WOLFPACK OF ONE SINGLES CLUB: TWELVE
Blood River was originally intended for my album of children's music (tentatively titled There's no Such Thing as Magic Fox and Hound - I must have bored you about it before) but, hell, time is money when you're doing 51 songs in 51 weeks. If at all possible, please try and listen to the song while skipping, crying or really bruising another kid's arm.

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See the little fire ants, making like a marching band, in their deadly regiments down Blood River. Forty angry porcupines, rolling steadily behind, the mud upon their ruddy spines is from Blood River. Four and twenty elephants, as heavy as the elements, each leaden foot a bomb that shook the banks of Blood River. A string of vile crocodiles, wind their way in single file, with lazy smiles and vice-like jaws, they're nasty little dinosaurs.

Blood River: river of blood. Blood River: runs, runs, runs...

Two ten-metre anacondas, rumble into town like thunder, don’t you let them drag you under, in Blood River. A manatee and baby calf, out to take an early bath, a jet-ski carves them both in half - down Blood River. An attic full of vampire bats, looking for a fleshy snack. Blood red is the brand new black on Blood River. Enormous swarms of killer bees, Rise out of bank-side cavities. They’ll do anything to please their queens down Blood River.

Blood River: river of blood. Blood River: runs, runs, runs.

There's two komodo dragons here with breath that's made of hate and fear, they'll kill with one satanic cheer on Blood River. And don't forget the lion king. He makes even the rhinos sing; nobody's going to fuck with him on Blood River.

Blood River: river of blood. Blood River: runs, runs, runs.