| Please come a little closer |
| I’ll show you my disguise |
| Let’s cast away your sorrows |
| And the panic in your eyes |
| Yeah, when you’re alone and out of sight |
| When you are fast asleep, in the dead of night |
| I leave no trace where I stood |
| This little devil is up to no good |
| You are not the same again tomorrow |
| You have passed the gates of strain and pain |
| When the stone is thrown |
| It gets wild, wild in the burning streets |
| When the bomb has blown |
| It gets wild, wild from the burning heat |
| Off the rails, on the train of pain |
| It’s whining, «Red alert» |
| All I wanna know |
| Where does it hurt? |
| Don’t be afraid, flash of the blade |
| I have the pin, but you have the grenade |
| Fight back, don’t kneel |
| I search for your Achilles' heel |
| By the visible light of the pinball machine |
| I see your steaming breath, but can’t hear you scream |
| When the stone is thrown |
| It gets wild, wild in the burning streets |
| When the bomb has blown |
| It gets wild, wild from the burning heat |
| Off the rails on the train of pain |
| It’s whining, «Red alert» |
| All I wanna know |
| Where does it hurt? |
| Broken glass, bleeding fist |
| Baseball bats, and split lips |
| Crash and burn, slash and rip |
| Ready to take another hit |
| When you throw your stone |
| It gets wild, wild in the burning streets |
| When the bomb has blown |
| It gets wild, wild from the burning heat |
| Off the rails on the train of pain |
| It’s whining, «Red alert» |
| All I wanna know |
| Where does it hurt? |
| Yeah |