Tekster: Drop Dead Gorgeous. Well, I Never....

I'm in line for the murder. First come first served

You aim from across the hall, your vision blurred

Ist this what you want from me, to hear me scream?

I'll die suddenly my blood on your hands

I'll die like a tragedy you'll live in fame

Here comes the last masquerade

We need a doctor baby

Don't you just love a good time?

I do.