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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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