When I saw that Sparta in his eyes
Young death is good
And we decided that to die there
Was no greater love

Hey, little baby!
Don't you lean down low
Your brains exposed
And it's starting to show
Your rotten thoughts
Yuck!

I was attracted to a night torchlight parade
And there I came
Home is a black leather jacket
 [bad word] sweetly to my brain

Hey, little baby!
Don't you lean down low
Your brains exposed
And it's starting to show
Your rotten thoughts
Yuck!

I will force my body
To be my weapon and my statement

Hey, little baby!
Don't you lean down low
Your brains exposed
And it's starting to show
Your rotten thoughts
Yuck!