Am Em If I retreat C G Words, wars, and symphonies Am Em C G Em Make room we're taking over here So 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, colder songs They 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, colder songs They 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! Kill tonight! Show them all you're not the ordinary type Let's kill tonight!
