Panic! At The Disco — Let's Kill Tonight

If I retreat Words, wars, and symphonies Make room - we're taking over here 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 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!