- cifra
No rules, no pain
No fear and no reason
Full moon, we're insane
Two time and one big treason
There is fire in the air tonight
A wicked sensation
Stick waving, dick waving
Trial-run of procreation
Lady don't you leave us in a mess
Take the bow and
Shove it up your ass
Go die or rock tonight
No tradeoff, there's just dead or rock
Your house on fire tonight
No tradeoff, there's just dead or rock
She reigns and goes down
Your muse in prudery
Encaged, enslaved
Depressed and shaved
Austerity
We're caviar to the general
Beyond your sight
Rape your imagination
Kicking up a row tonight
Oh we have come to make a mess
Kiss the baton and then
Shove it up your ass
Go die or rock tonight
No tradeoff, there's just dead or rock
Your house on fire tonight
No tradeoff, there's just dead or rock
Expert on art
Aristocratic, uptight and pathetic
Don't need no sympathy
Don't need to play by the rules
Go down in ecstasy
Go down on you
Go die or rock tonight
No tradeoff, there's just dead or rock
Your house on fire tonight
No tradeoff, there's just dead or rock
