We've been deceased for at least a week in counting
Say pretty please; You're a piece of weakness around me
Disturb the peace; Unleash the beast for my bounty
You're the same as me; vis-à-vis, c'est la vie
Do the disco on my bed
All night long
Point your pistol at my head
Till I'm gone
My guillotine tells me that I can be free
We're peachy keen, ain't nothing much in between
Leave me in dreams; blow my thoughts to smithereens
Don't wait for me; I'm burning to the ninth degree
Do the disco on my bed
All night long
Point your pistol at my head
Till I'm gone