Well if there's a chance that
You wanna dance, and
You got the devil in you
And if ya gone bad, gone sour, gone mad, yeah
Keep cool, look I'll tell ya what ya do, just
Take an axe like
A maniac, yeah
Just like they do in the films, yeah
And then
Pull it back, and
Swing it fast, yeah
Now you're doing "the kill"
You got your sunglasses, gas, and a matchstick
Gonna light up the scene
Yeah, you buried the hatchet, hid it in the ashes
Gonna go rinse and repeat
'Cause now your little lovesick heart's got it rough, yeah
Coming loose at the seams
And, you're all mixed up, 'cause you can't get enough
Of "the kill," honey, one, two, three, yeah, yeah, you gotta
Get 'em gone with a
Chainsaw
Rev it up like an automobile
Well, baby
Cut through the crowd
Yeah, it's gonna get loud
When you're doin', when you're doin' "the kill"
Do "the kill" (Kill)
Do "the kill"
Do "the kill" (Kill)
Do "the kill"
Honey, do "the kill" (Kill)
Do "the kill"
Don't stop doing "the kill"
Well, do "the kill" (Kill)
Do "the kill"
Do "the kill" (Kill)
Do "the kill"
Honey, do "the kill" (Kill)
Do "the kill"
Don't stop doing "the kill!"
