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
