Feel the power, of overwhelming doom!
Do you feel the power,
When I enter the room?
Everyone in America, run for your lives!
There's a billion gothic ravers
Fallling from the skies...
Wearing big pants
And trying to suck our blood.
Black flies are swarming
The dead in the mud.
Writer(s): Oliver Wakeman, Clive Nolan
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