If I retreat Words, wars, and symphonies Make room we're taking over here So the galantine Cold and alone, it suits you well You won't find me perching here again
Before they serve you well They must be sent to Hell Where they always have belonged Cold hearts, colder songs They will play us out With a song of pure romance 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!