Žodžiai dainai: Gush. Everybody's God. You Really Got Style.

Tonight, you're coming out for the show
Tonight, everybody rolls up at The Limbo
And as a matter of fact, there's no better place to go

There, the Demon's bite will get'em dizzy
There's some demon's bite for everybody

[refrain]
You really got style, overnight sensation
You really got style, need you biting sweet affection
You really got style, overnight sensation
You really got style, turning pain to celebration

Tonight, within the souls you slither
Tonight, as you sink your fangs they shiver
And as a matter of fact, you'll vanish when night's over

When the demon hides they all go cravin'
For the freedom bite they all go crazy

[refrain]

You'd better make the most of it
Tonight before the morning light
You'd better make the most of it
tonight and wet your appetite
'Cos you only like it when it bleeds
You're a sleazy sucker of self-esteem
Your vices stir when night begins

[refrain]

(Merci a Poutoi pour cettes paroles)