| Baby | 
| There’s something wrong with you maybe | 
| You take advice from the devil | 
| In the heat of the night | 
| Black leather, wild, wild animal | 
| You know I’m down by law | 
| And we’re surrounded by assassins, phantomas, mutantes and serpents | 
| Werewolves and sex fiends | 
| New York, New York City, Lafayette Street | 
| Alright now bang bang, London, Paris | 
| Shout the lights out, come on now | 
| Baby | 
| We’re not the beautiful people | 
| Runnin' down the street on fire | 
| They want us to see me jump that fence | 
| Sometimes I’d rather be dead | 
| These are the wages of sin | 
| And we’re surrounded by assassins, phantomas, mutantes and serpents | 
| Werewolves and sex fiends | 
| New York, New York City, Lafayette Street | 
| Alright now bang bang, London, Paris | 
| Shout the lights out, come on | 
| Clear is the new black | 
| Clear is the new black | 
| Artists and models, let’s go to hell together | 
| Baby | 
| You know we can’t be stopped | 
| Come here and kiss my neck | 
| Some things were made to be wasted | 
| I don’t like a railroad man | 
| You’re like a tiger in the sun | 
| And we’re surrounded by assassins, phantomas, mutantes and serpents | 
| Werewolves and sex fiends | 
| New York, New York City, Lafayette Street | 
| Alright now bang bang, London, Paris | 
| Shout the lights out, come on |