You'd never imagine
 Us bringing a loaded gun
 To the ballroom
 This party's about to kick-off

 Tonight is the wrong night
 The devil's own are only starting up
 The first round of the fight
 So hang on tight

 Dear mother
 The needle is jabbing the womb
 Draw back... and release
 This child of disease
 Woah... oh yeah

 This mob is a riot
 The outlaw youth are only emptying
 The first round of the night
 'Cause everything's not alright

 I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs
 Wool over our eyes
 Now your pulse is in my palm and you stand hands-to-mouth
 Wearing your disguise

 It's pretty apparent
 This boy is a curse
 The Christ... of the moment
 So blow him away
 [bad word] on
 And take the new number
 If you're next in line
 Then kid I got a really big [bad word] surprise
 There won't be a next time

 I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs
 Wool over our eyes
 Now your pulse is in my palm
 And you stand hands-to-mouth
 Wearing your disguise

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 Ooooooo-ooo-ooooooo
 Oooooooooo-ooo-oooooooo-ooo
 Ooooooo-ooo-ooooooo

 I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs
 Wool over our eyes
 Now your pulse is in my palm
 And you stand hands-to-mouth
 Wearing your disguise

 I suppose you thought you
 I suppose you thought you
 I suppose you thought you pulled the wool over our eyes

 I suppose you thought you
 I suppose you thought you
 I suppose you thought you pulled the wool over our eyes