Well, I've got a fever
A non-believer
I'm in a state of grace
For I am the seizer
I'm gonna seize the day
Well, call of the banshee, hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
As God as my witness
The infidels are gonna payWell, call the assassin
The orgasm
A spasm of love and hate
For what will divide us?
The righteous and the meek
Well, call of the wild, hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Death to the girl at the end of the serenadeVendetta, sweet vendetta
This Beretta of the night
This fire and the desire
Shots ringing out on a holy parasiteI am a killjoy from Detroit
I drink from a well of rage
I feed off the weakness with all my love
Call up at the captain, hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Death to the lover that you were dreaming ofThis is a stand-off
A Molotov cocktail
On the house
You thought I was a write-off
You better think again
Call the peacemaker, hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
I'm gonna send you back to the place where it all beganVendetta, sweet vendetta
This Beretta of the night
This fire and the desire
Shots ringing out on a holy parasiteWell now the caretaker's the undertaker
Now I'm gonna go out and get the peacemaker
This is the Neo St. Valentine's massacre
Well call up the Gaza, hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Death to the ones at the end of the serenade
Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade
Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade
Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade
Songwriters
ARMSTRONG, BILLIE JOE/WRIGHT III, FRANK EDWIN/PRITCHARD, MIKE RYANPublished by
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