Stumbling after naughty girls,
Who do it before marriage with a guy.
Hoping that he's gonna make them pay,
so that his mother's satisfied.

Chorus: We were meant to live for so much gore,
But we lost ourselves,
somewhere in the eighties.
Somewhere lost in time.
(Repeat)

Dreaming about Freddy Krueger,
worried that he'll cut him with his knives.
Maybe we've been living to have our minds broken,
by all of these horror movies.

Chorus

Want more gore than this world's got to offer?
We want death and violence for our profits.
Want more gore than the wars of our fathers?
Every single mind,
screams to see them die.
Yeeeeeeaaaaaaaaah!

Chorus