Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. . Ah, ah, ah, ah. Ah, ah, ah, ah. . Nobody loves you when your skin is so pale. And your teeth are getting sharper.
Ah hey!. . You're dressin' all in black. From your front to your back. And all your evil ways. They seem to go on for days. And as a matter of fact. You got one more night before ya.
You're like a satellite. Spinning down from the sky tonight. You're blazing a trail with your horns and your tail. Like a god damn parasite. . So, make us the same, make us insane.
Throw your hands in the air (hey), this is a robbery. And release the bats in fact I think they on to me. Your pretty face is going to hell. That's what Iggy Pop said before they learned to sell.