One, two, three, four.



Well, I’ve got a fever,

A non-believer.

I’m in a state of grace,

For I am the Caesar.

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 pay.



Well, 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,

Well, death to the girl at the end of the serenade



Vendetta, sweet vendetta.

This Beretta,

Of the night

This fire and the desire.

Shots ringing out on a holy parasite.



Well, I am a killjoy from Detroit,

I drink from a well of rage.

I feed off the weakness with all my love,

Call up the captain, hey, hey,

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,

Death to the lover that you were dreaming of.



This is a stand off,

A Molotov cocktail's,

On the house.

You thought I was a write off,

You better think again.

Well, call the peacemaker, hey, hey,

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,

I’m gonna send you back to the place where it all began.



Vendetta, sweet vendetta.

This Beretta,

Of the night

This fire and the desire.

Shots ringing out on a holy parasite.



Well, now the caretaker’s the undertaker,

So I’m gonna go out and get the peacemaker.

This is the neo St. Valentines 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.