It’s a tournament of sin, and I’m gonna win, I cross the finish line before you even begin, You cook my goose, I cook your duck, You and your friends phantom fuck
I got a good view, good view of the violence [View of the violence] I got the curfew about radio silence Silence!
I like the way you scream, I like the way you yell, And that bodes very, very well for our trip to Hell, No telling what we’re gonna get into, If there’s a Hell mouth I’m gonna to push you through
I got a good view, good view of the violence [View of the violence] I got the curfew about radio silence Silence!
I’m the photogenic kid from your darkest dreams, I see the flash bulbs and, babe, I hear the screams, When I take you on my tour I wear another hat, Who else is gonna show you shit like that?
I gotta show you, my view of the silence, The only one you, when you yearn violence