Fangs Of Love

My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult

Compositor: Bomb Gang Girls / My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult

Acid angels, come to the fangs of love
Swine brother beware
Stare deeper, blank mirror, hating a vacant heart
You’re going down!
Who has a hold of you?
Touching and molding you
Tell us why you’re all to blame
Acid angels, come to the fangs of love

Acid angel, teenage time bomb
Come to the fangs of love

Swine brother beware, you’re goin’ down!

Playing baby, you belong lost
Playing baby, playing baby
When life is dark breakdown in three parts
Playing too sweet to die!
Who’s got a hold of you?
Melting, controlling you
You cry in the streets, riddled with freaks
Acid angels, come to the fangs of love