Then, and again, sing of three hundred men Glory and death, Spartans will never surrender Many many years ago, when Persia came ashore Heeding Leonidas' call the Spartans went to war Joined by their brothers, a few against the fateful horde

If all the young men Oh Sally, my dear It's you I'd be kissing She smiled and replied, "You don't know what you're missing" Were hares on the mountain How many young girls would take guns and go hunting? Were fish in the water How many young girls would

Step inside, see the devil in I Too many times, we’ve let it come to this You’ll realize i’m not your devil anymore Undo these chains my friend I’ll show you the rage i’ve hidden Perish the sacrament Swallow, but nothing forgiven You and I can’t decide

I can't imagine living a day on earth without you Now that you're here with me I'll do anything you want me to Some women before, have only left me crying So many promises, but they were only lying Long chord, last song, why you taking so long? I'll keep

How many years I'm All Things to All Men All of the Women All the Children Just say when And I'll take you to my Tardis Who's the Hardest Who's the Hardest (4x) Look at the monster you make

Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will So don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Too many women with too many pills 'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill All you women who want a

Get out of here. Cold, dark sea Wrapping its arms around me, Pulling me down to the deep. All eyes on me. I pushed you away Although I wished you could stay. So many words left unsaid,

(Yeah, I'm free, yeah, I'm free, yeah) But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free See, whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me I don’t do yoga, never tried Pilates Not many people want me at their parties Tryna find my place, some place,

Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will So don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Too many women with too many pills 'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill All you women who want a

Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men