It was fashion that made me look like this    Yeah inside they said it was the inside that counts    But I find that there's a sense in balance    Please close your eyes right now       Now they see it and now they don't    I could finish you but I won't    So please to violence like it always should    And we could fight for dead       It's clothes that rips, that must rest in battle    Ana all the crowds that watch into the air    The signal, the signal, the signal, a signal       Now they see it and now they don't    I could finish you but I won't    Instead it brings you to violence like it always should    And we could climb for days       Kow! Kow! Pow! Kapow! Pow!