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 [bad word] 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!