Murder Style - The Lords Of The New Church

Ooh

Hot love and cold steel

Struttin like pink panther

Ain't got no plans

I ain't a boy and I

Ain't no man

Hanging on the corner

Just waiting for some action

There's cops in squad cars

Looking at me like I'm

Bily the kid

Nightime

Live for the nightime

Nightime

Sleeping all day

Nightime is the right time

Murder style it's the way I talk walk

Murder style it's the way I talk walk

Leather and black lace

Boys all wearing make up

If looks could kill it

Gives the girls such a thrill

Spiked heels on cold stone

Footsteps echo in the darkness

I wanna I wanna I wanna

I want it right now

Nightime

Live for nightime

Nightime

Sleeping all day

Nightime is the right time

Murder style it's the way I talk

Murder style it's the way I talk

The lipstick killers of London town

The street beat cool of New York city

The cat walks in gay paree'

Struttin through towns without pity

The night stalkers

We are the street walkers

Just you and me

A menace to society

We're lady killers

I'm a hard core thriller

I whisper I loves ya

The words are empty as

Her stolen purse

Nightime

Live for nightime

Nightime

Sleeping all day

Nightime

Nightime is the right time

Murder style it's the way I talk

Murder style it's the way I talk

Murder style it's the way I talk

Murder style it's the way I talk

Murder style it's the way

Murder style it's the way

Murder style it's the way

Murder style it's the way