How can a barefoot girl escape? Oh, how,
Tell me how can a barefoot girl
Leave those bastards in the dirt?
Damn them all to Hell!
She's just a barefoot girl!
The IronShirts are close behind,
The bloodhounds smell a trail.
They've set a trap, no time to Nap
Those Cossack pricks can't fail.
They hunt by day, they hunt by night
With torches blazing high for light
How can the girl put up a fight?
It doesn't quite seem fair or right!
Pursuers
never tire
and butchers never sleep
Like well-diggers who'll dig it deep
and shepherds who'll abide their sheep
Those bastards have a writ to keep
It's Attila verses Little Bo Peep
