If I retreat

Words, wars, and symphonies

Make room we're taking over here.

You're the gallanting

Cold and alone, it suits you well

You won't find me perching here again



May your feet serve you well,

And the rest be sent to hell.

Where they always have belonged

Cold hearts, and colder songs

They will play us out

With a song of pure romance

So 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!



May your feet serve you well,

And the rest be sent to hell.

Where they always have belonged

Cold hearts, and colder songs

They will play us out

With a song of pure romance

So 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!

Kill tonight!

Show them all you're not the ordinary type

Let's kill tonight!



(oh ohhhh

Oh ohhhh

Oh ohhh)