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