You are hungry, i am hungry too
I don't fit in, boy, neither do you
I'm your teacher, i'm your neighbour
In stalin's russia, i'm a stranger
Grab some bread, in my shed
Kopeks for your little mouth
Can't undo what i have done
I've just ripped your guts out
Nipple, tongue, uterus
Chew it then i spit it out
Can’t unsee what you have seen
I've just gouged your eyes out
Rip it, stab it, grab it
Cut right, through it, chew it
Call me, chika- tilo
But now i really am the red ripper
Hungry for the kill
I feed on your pain
Hard on for the thrill
A dose to my brain
Hungry for the kill
I feed on your pain
Your death is my thrill
A dose to my brain