Murder Style

The Lords Of The New Church

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 
Chorus 
Live for the nightime 
Sleeping all day 
Nightime is the right time 
Murder style...its 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 
Chorus 
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 
Nighstalkers/We are the streetwalkers 
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 
Chorus 
..I gotta' get outta' this place 
I got murder style with feline grace