If I retreat, words, wars, and symphonies
Make room, we're taking over here
And you're the galantine, cold and alone, it suits you well
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 brew colder songs
Fate 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 brew colder songs
Fate 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