You'd Never Imagine Us Bringing

A Loaded Gun To The Ballroom

This Party's About To Kick Off

Tonight Is The Wrong Night

The Devil's Own Are Only Starting Up

The First Round Of The Fight

So Hang On Tight, Dear Mother

The Needle Is Jabbing The Womb

Draw Back And Release

This Child Of Disease

This Mob Is A Riot

The Outlaw Youth Are Only

Emptying The First Round Of The Night

Cause Everything's Not Alright

I Suppose You Thought

You Had Our Hands Behind Our Backs

Wool Over Our Eyes

Now Your Pulse Is In My Palm

And You Stand Hands To Mouth

Wearing Your Disguise

It's Pretty Apparent This Boy Is A Curse

The Christ Of The Moment

So Blow Him Away

Hey, Come On And Take The New Number

If You're Next In Line

Then Kid, I Got A Really Big Fucking Surprise

There Won't Be A Next Time