Britten: Death in Venice, Op. 88 / Act 1: "First, the Race!"

歌詞

We're sleeping underneath the bed To scare the monsters out With our dear daddy, Smith and Wesson We've gotta teach them all a lesson Don't move Don't scream or we will have to shoot Stop right where you stand We need a chalk outline if you can Put your hands where we can see them please We're holding up the lids of our eyes And showing just the whites "Mary, no one has such small hands No, not the wind, not even that" Don't move Don't scream or we will have to shoot Stop right where you stand We need a chalk outline if you can Put your hands where we can see them please Stop right where you stand We need a chalk outline if you can Put your hands where we can see them please