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If I retreat, words, wars and symphonies
Make room we're takin' over here
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 weigh 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 brew colder songs
Fate will weigh 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