It's the bastard's saints that created the children
They never look back, no they never ever do
It's the fatherless sons who can't find love
'Cause they can't find something that never ever was
Fe fi fo fum
I smell the blood of an american man
Fe fi fo fum
I smell the blood of an american...
Fe fi fo fum
I smell the blood of an american man
Fe fi fo fum
I smell the blood of an american...
Fe fi fo fum
I smell the blood of an american man
Fe fi fo fum
I smell the blood of an american...
It's the american man who's not so sufficient
So he robs the poor to reap all the riches
And the city's on fire, the fire's too big
We need a flood and an arc to start over again, yeah!
Fe fi fo fum
I smell the blood of an american man
Fe fi fo fum
I smell the blood of an american
Fe fi fo-oh fum
I smell the blood of an american man
Fe fi fo-oh fum
I smell the blood of an american man yeah yeah
Fe fi fo-oh fum
I smell the blood of an american man
Fe fi fo-oh fum
I smell the blood of an american...
