[Intro]

They never saw [bad word] 
'Til they hit the floor
They just kept beggin for
More, more
Na na na na na na na
All dressed up for a hit [bad word] 
Na na na na na na na
All dressed up for a hit [bad word] 

[Verse 1]

I was brought up as a southern belle
I grew into the queen of [bad word] 
You were just a little stowaway
That stabbed her way to save herself
You always liked the taste of blood
And I get off when I point the gun
It's so good to have someone to be so bad with

 [bad word] 

First one up was a preacher's son
Last one down was an englishman
I'm in bed with his bow tie on
All dressed up for a hit [bad word] 
Na na na na na na na
All dressed up for a hit [bad word] 
Na na na na na na na
All dressed up for a hit [bad word] 

[Verse 2]

Sunday in notting hill
He was sneaking a cigarette
His god protects him but
I know we'll get him dead
Ran my fingers through his hair
So he thinks it's fun and games
He don't know our faces but
He'll never forget our names

 [bad word] 

First one up was a preacher's son
Last one down was an englishman
I'm in bed with his bow tie on
All dressed up for a hit [bad word] 
Na na na na na na na
All dressed up for a hit [bad word] 
Na na na na na na na
All dressed up for a hit [bad word] 

[Verse 3]

I was waiting in the getaway car
You were stuck in the hotel bar
He was a proper englishman
He had one last pint before the cops broke in
You poured the gasoline and
I drove into the flames
History will hate us
But they'll never forget our names

[Bridge]

They never saw [bad word] 
'Til they hit the floor
They just kept beggin for
More, more
They never saw [bad word] 
'Til they hit the floor
They just kept beggin for
More, more

 [bad word] 

First one up was a preachers son
Last one down was an englishman
I'm in bed with his bow tie on
All dressed up for a hit [bad word] 
Na na na na na na na
All dressed up for a hit [bad word] 
Na na na na na na na
All dressed up for a hit [bad word] 
All dressed up
All dressed up for a hit [bad word] 
All dressed up for a hit [bad word]