If I retreat, Words, wars, and symphonies make room We’re taking over, here And you’re the galantine cold and alone, it suits you well Won’t find me perching here again
May your feet serve you well, And the rest be sent to Hell where they always have belonged Cold hearts brew colder songs Fate will play us out with a song of pure romance So stomp your feet and clap your hands
Let’s kill, tonight Kill, tonight Show them all you’re not the ordinary type Let’s kill, tonight Kill, tonight Show them all you’re not the ordinary type Let’s kill, tonight
May your feet serve you well, And the rest be sent to Hell where they always have belonged Cold hearts brew colder songs Fate will play us out with a song of pure romance So stomp your feet and clap your hands
Let’s kill, tonight Kill, tonight Show them all you’re not the ordinary type Let’s kill, tonight Kill, tonight Show them all you’re not the ordinary type
Let’s kill, tonight Kill, tonight Show them all you’re not the ordinary type Let’s kill, tonight Kill, tonight Show them all you’re not the ordinary type Let’s kill, tonight