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)