If I retreat Words, wars, and symphonies Make room! We're taking over here And you're the gallantine 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 brew colder songs Fate will play 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 play 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! Kill tonight! Show them all you're not the ordinary type Let's kill tonight! Show them all you're not the ordinary type Let's kill tonight!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
