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

May your feet serve you well

And the rest 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!

May your feet serve you well

And the rest 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!

Kill tonight!

Show them all you're not the ordinary type

Let's kill tonight!