put on those looks that kill. on the dance floor you meet eyes. oh, what a beautiful thrill. oh, what a fool-proof disguise. worse than murder of a queen and king. plans are premeditated. they`ll claim is `redrum` and sing. tonight it`s celebrated. our `love `em and leave` nation stumbled upon its darkest hour. reached and ripped out our cold, cold hearts. smiling, it hands her dead flowers.