The track that started it all for Indians In Moscow in 1982, featuring Adele Nozedar on vocals

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A sweet, psychopathic little girl... a grisly murder in the family... cannibalism... pirhanas... what's going on?

I just killed my father,
He died in his bed.
The room filled with laughter,
I hope there's a price on my head.

They call me Naughty Miranda,
They say I'm such a bad girl.

I slit his guts with my blunt-edged play scissors,
And sucked out his brains with a straw.
His succulent blood can nourish my goldfish,
I keep other bits in the drawer.

They call me Naughty Miranda,
They say I'm such a bad girl.

There's nothing in the larder,
But I want something to eat.
I could always start on my father,
It'd save wear and tear on my feet.

They call me Naughty Miranda,
They say I'm such a bad girl.

Some people say I'm bananas,
I'm sure I don't know what they mean.
My goldfish are really pirhanas.
Things aren't quite what they seem...

They call me Naughty Miranda,
Things aren't quite what they seem.
They call me Naughty Miranda,
Give me that knife or I'll scream!