If I retreat
Words, wars, and symphonies
Make room we're taking over here

So the gallanting
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 Hell

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!

Before they serve you well

They must be sent to Hell
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!

Kill tonight!
Show them all you're not the ordinary type
Let's kill tonight!

Show them all you're not the ordinary type
Let's kill tonight!