Oh I know, I know I hope someday We'll sit down together And laugh with each other About these days, these days All our troubles We'll lay to rest And we'll wish we could come back to these days, these days These days, these days

Let's kill tonight, kill tonight Show them all you're not the ordinary type May your feet serve you well And the rest be sent to hell Cold hearts brew colder songs Fate will play us out with a song of pure romance Stomp your feet and clap your hands