Bippity Boppity Boo, just who exactly are you?
You sing your little rhyme and burn your fires.
The pipes play in your darkest dreams upon fields of blood.
Hip hop tick tock what’s your secret desires?
Swim in the darkness forbidden fruit of the light.
Do you know what you really are?
A bundle of chaos and mayhem and masks and disguise.
Little bits of a million pieces shattered on the floor of life.
Lost in a wonderland of mystery in the deep of night.
Bippity boppity boo, who are you?
Fields Of Red 