Come, let's play cat-and-mouse -
I wanna wipe off your smile.
Old ultraviolence style
Still never fails to rouse.
Let nothing impair your aim -
Not even regret futile.
Old ultraviolence style
Is the dark side of fame.
Cleansed from the stench of lies,
We must walk the longest mile
Old ultraviolence style:
Do your worst, it'll suffice.
Mindcar speeds up and crashes.
The instinct untamed and vile -
Old ultraviolence style -
Scorches all our glam to ashes.
10.04.08
