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 I got the groove through, the 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 going to push you through
I got a good view, good view of the violence I got the groove through, the 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 older the new you, the younger the violence
Hey!
The young violence
Young violence
Young violence
Young violence
Young violence
[Ah!}
Young violence
Young violence
Young violence
Violence!