I′m just a dumb, redhead ginger!
You better run! I want your soul!
I'm just a pale, freckled ginger!
I came from hell, my blood is cold
I have no soul (soul, soul)
I have no soul (soul)
I want your soul (soul, soul)
I want your soul (soul)

Gingers! Have no friends
And no one will have sex with them!
They come out at night, they creep and crawl
Who does God hate most of all? Gingers!
Who should have never been born? Gingers!
Who′s adopted? Gingers!
Who belongs with floating turds in the fucking toilet bowl? Gingers!

Gingers are leprechauns
Evil Irish little drunks
They should all be killed at once!
Kill 'em and collect insurance!
But they're already fucking dead
Skin is white, hair is red
They like giving head to men in bed
It′s gay

I′m just a drunk with a temper
Has anyone seen me lucky charms?
I'm just some scum from the shitter
My hair is red, it′s fucking wrong

I'm just a dumb (I′m just a dumb), redhead ginger (ginger)
You better run (you better run fast), I want your soul (I want your soul)
I'm just a pale freckled ginger
I came from hell (I came from hell), my blood is cold (my blood is cold)

I have no soul (soul, soul) (ginger)
I have no soul (soul) (ginger)
I want your soul (soul, soul) (ginger)
I want your soul (soul) (one, two, three, four)

Prince Harry lookin′ scary
Virgin ginger, German fairy
From the royal ginger cunts
Who the fuck is Kirsten Dunst? Ginger!
What's Conen O'brien? Ginger!
Kanye? Nig′, uh, ginger!
Ed Sheeran, Lindsay Lohan, Jesus fucking Christ? Ginger!

Ginger grows in the ground
Looking gross, tasting sour
Creeping close without a sound
Steal your soul, never found
Gingers! Eww!
Orange colored pubes
And by the way, don′t get me started on the Jews
Wait, what?

I just hate all stupid gingers
They all are bad, none of them are good
So suck my balls, evil gingers
Like carrot top, I hate him the most

I'm just a dumb (I′m just a dumb), redhead ginger (ginger)
You better run (you better run), I want your soul (I want your soul)
I'm just a pale (just a pale) freckled ginger
I came from hell, my blood is cold

I have no soul (soul, soul) (yeah)
I have no soul (soul) (c′mon, everybody)
I want your soul (soul, soul)
I want your soul (soul) (A, B, C, D)

(Soul) and the lord said (soul), "Bewareth thy ginger (soul)
For he beith a nasty, daywalkin' vampire (soul)
Who will stealeth your soul (soul)
For don′t you knoweth (soul)
The ginger gaineth a freckle for every soul he taketh"

Writer(s): Ali Rucka<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com