Bloodsuckers کے بول

A thousand little elves Coming up from beneath my bed They gather round the campfire And start singing the songs in my head But with the wrong words! By the light of the fire their faces All begin to crumble And they fall to their knees They laugh at my expense! Bloodsuckers! I could crush you with my thumb Bloodsuckers! I'm so sick of your tricks How I wish the Sun would come I can make lyrics rhyme All the time But that don’t soothe my spine Just making a melody Should be enough for me But you like watching me lose my mind They’re crawling up my knees now And requesting a song about love But I know I'm being teased now So I'm singing a song about getting squeezed by Bloodsuckers! I could crush you with my thumb Bloodsuckers! I'm so sick of your tricks How I wish the Sun would come