[bad word] kill
I'm infidel
simple sound
scream to the sky
Slam, saccharine Sam
Pushing my pram
With your harlequin words
You turned and said
"Sicko sycophants"
With a poisonous rant
And a requiem of fear
The guns and teeth
Of London streets [bad word] on!

 [bad word] on!

(Ohh) [bad word] kill
I'm infidel
All the fireworks
Explode in the sky
Slam, saccharine Sam
Pushing my pram
With your harlequin words

 [bad word] in the dark
Cos it makes you feel free
And the wind cuts your face
Cos you wanna believe
Cos you wanna believe
Cos you wanna believe
Cos you wanna believe
Out there something is real
The elixir of life
He licks down a knife
To her wet apperture
To her wet apperture

(Yaw!)

 [bad word] kill
I'm infidel
Give me fireworks
Explode in the sky
Slam, Fashion-Cazam
Pushing my pram
Turning the wheel too fast
They're all sicko sycophants
With elastic banks
Kiss me with the kiss of death
Tell me I'm an individual boy [bad word] on! [bad word] on!)

 [bad word] in the dark
Cos it makes you feel free
And the wind cuts your face
Cos you wanna believe
Cos you wanna believe
Cos you wanna believe
Cos you wanna believe
Out there something is real
Put your dog on a leash
Put your dog on a leash
Put your dog on a leash
Put your dog on a leash

(This is pure)

Just keep that man
Away from me
And keep that sound
Away from me
With your surgical tears
That callous my skin
And when the people say
"You'r better out than in"
But your mouth is undone
But your mouth is undone
But your mouth is undone
But your mouth is undone
But your mouth is undone
But your mouth is undone
But your mouth is undone
But your blood is alive
But your blood is alive
But your blood is alive
But your blood is alive
But your blood is alive
But your blood is alive
But your blood is alive
But your blood is alive
But your blood is alive
But your blood is alive
But your blood is alive
But your blood is alive
But your blood is alive
But your blood is alive
But your blood is alive
But your blood is alive
But your blood is alive