Good View of the Violence

It’s a tournament of sin and I’m gonna win

I cross the finish line before you even begin

You cook my goose, I cook your duck

You and your friends phantom fuck

I got a good view, good view of the violence (view of the violence)

I got the groove through, the radio silence

Silence!

I like the way you scream, I like the way you yell

And that bodes very, very well for our trip to hell

No telling what we’re gonna get into

If there’s a hell mouth I’m going to push you through

I got a good view, good view of the violence (view of the violence)

I got the groove through, the radio silence

Silence!

I’m the photogenic kid from your darkest dreams

I see the flash bulbs and, babe, I hear the screams

When I take you on my tour I wear another hat

Who else is gonna show you shit like that?

I gotta show you, my view of the silence

The older the new you, the younger the violence

Hey!

The young violence

Young violence

Young violence

Young violence

Young violence

(Ah!)

Young violence

(Oh!)

Young violence

Young violence

Violence!