God damn the damsel in distressnFornicate the living with the deadnBa da ba nBa da ba da nIt’s guaranteed to be a bloody messnSo wear your dirty clothesnAnd go through the back doornGo through the back doornWe fight to live another daynWe give it all upon this stagenWe may be down, but we’re, we’re not outnThey sing the words like it’s a hymnnSo, come on girl, let’s take it innBa da ba ba ba da da n