Our spirits once were forged in fire
The streets of Babylon were all we desired
Holding hands six feet small
We were the bigger men than we thought
We pushed and we pulled and we found our own way
Only to realize we'd broken the game
Light growing dark we lost the path
We'd be the bigger men oh we'd laugh
We'd be the bigger men, we grow tall,
They'd be the ones to remember it all
Fee fi fo fum, we hear what you say
We call on the  spirits to come from the grave..

Who's this that calls me out of the fire
Two little boys two little pariahs
You thought you were strong you thought you were mighty
Do you have the will, the power to fight me? 
Look me in the eyes and tell me your name
Cat got your tongue that's a pity what a shame
When you call on the devil it's not a joke it's not a game
This might not end well your efforts are in vein 

Tell me! What you are looking for and might just give you a chance
Tell me! That you are pure inside and I might just spare you my lance
Tell me! What you are looking for and might just give you a chance
Tell me! That you are pure inside and I might just spare you my lance

Why did you come here, why did you flake?
Two little boys with their lives at stake 
This isn't a place for two little boys 
This isn't a place to mix vudu and toys 
Lucky for you I had a chance to look
Deeper than just the cover of your book
And one of your paths glows deep bright gold
The other one grows dark as you grow old

Tell me! What you are looking for and might just give you a chance
Tell me! That you are pure inside and I might just spare you my lance
Tell me! What you are looking for and might just give you a chance
Tell me! That you are pure inside and I might just spare you my lance.