She gets on with life as a king,
She's an amusing kinda gal.
She likes practising guitar on Sundays,
She likes reading comics in the week.
She likes to contemplate red.
But when she starts to daydream,
Her mind turns straight to genocide.
Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!
Does she love genocide more than red?
Does she love genocide more than red?
She likes to use words like 'bone,'
She likes to use words like 'onwards.'
She likes to use words about red.
But when she stops her talking,
Her mind turns straight to genocide.
Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!
Does she love genocide more than red?
Does she love genocide more than red?
She likes to hang out with papyrus,
She likes to kick back with Matt,
But when left alone,
Her mind turns straight to genocide.
Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!
Does she love genocide more than red?
Does she love genocide more than red?
She's not too fond of pacifist,
She really hates daylight,
But she just thinks back to genocide,
And she's happy once again.
Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!