PANIC... DESTROY... TERROR... DESTROY / THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN, SPREAD THE WORD AROUND / “GET YOUR HEADS TO THE GROUND!” THE NEIGHBOURHOOD RESOUNDS / YES MA’AM, WE’RE THE SWINE THAT YOU HEARD ABOUT / WE’RE THE DIRTY ONES, WE'RE THE SON-OF-A-GUNS / COCK-EYED SCUM WITH MOUTHS LIKE CUNTS / WITH OUR SLEEVES ROLLED UP & OUR SOULS WORN OUT / WE’RE CHEWING TOBACCO & WE’RE SPITTING TAR AS WE FETCH THE BATS FROM THE TRUNK OF THE CAR / WITH OUR SLACK JAWS DRAGGING THROUGH THE GRIT, WE'RE LOSING IT BUT GOD KNOWS WE DON'T GIVE A SHIT / BECAUSE WE’LL TAKE ANYTHING THAT GOES IN THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT / ONCE WE’VE SLICKED BACK OUR HAIR WITH THE THICKEST GREASE COMPONENT / TONIGHT BOYS, WE’LL GET OUR KICKS WE’LL PUT ANOTHER FIST RIGHT THROUGH THE JUKEBOX / THIS IS IT, THIS IS WAR, EVERYTHING GOES DOWN LIKE A WHORE / COUGHING BLOOD & SPITTING TEETH GO TOGETHER HAND IN HAND LIKE STRAWBERRIES & CHAMPAGNE WE'LL BRING IT DOWN, WE'LL BRING SHIT HOME TO THIS TOWN / THERE’S WHISKEY IN THE JAR, BUT THERE’S POISON IN THE BARREL / OH SHIT... WHAT A FUCKING HIT / HIT ME ONCE AGAIN... I THINK I CAN HANDLE IT / SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL ON THE ROAD TO HELL / DRIVING OFF A BRIDGE AS THEIR FEATURES SWELL / ON THE ROAD TO HELL / AS THEIR FEATURES SWELLED