It’s a tournament of sin, and I’m gonna win,
I cross the finish line before you even begin,
You cook my goose, I cook your duck,
You and your friends phantom fuck

I got a good view, good view of the violence 
[View of the violence]
I got the curfew about radio silence
Silence!

I like the way you scream, I like the way you yell,
And that bodes very, very well for our trip to Hell,
No telling what we’re gonna get into,
If there’s a Hell mouth I’m gonna to push you through

I got a good view, good view of the violence 
[View of the violence]
I got the curfew about radio silence
Silence!

I’m the photogenic kid from your darkest dreams,
I see the flash bulbs and, babe, I hear the screams,
When I take you on my tour I wear another hat,
Who else is gonna show you shit like that?

I gotta show you, my view of the silence,
The only one you, when you yearn violence

Hey!

Yearn violence
Yearn violence
Yearn violence
Yearn violence
Yearn violence
[Ah!]
Yearn violence
[Oh!]
Yearn violence
Ooooh
Yearn violence
Violence!