We've got our
own way of walking,
our own way of talking, own style
Bon chic, bon genre, shuck,
shuck, horror
Comes with a smile
Smash glass on your floor
You look at me like never
Smashed nothing before
Bon chic, bon genre, shuck,
shuck, horror
Shuck, horror
I am familiar with routine
I can't read what's on the screen
I see my name ain't on your list
And I'm sick to death of this
All stars are the new and old guys
All stars are the new and old guys
All stars are the new and old guys
Don't you know, don't you know,
don't you know who we are?
An only version of a rock 'n 'roll machine,
I bite my lip about your scene
Save me, save me,
save me from the boys who love to hate me
Oh, they love to hate me, yeah,
they love to hate me
Oh, they love to hate me, love me,
hate me, love me, hate me
All the stars of the new avant
-garde
Don't you know, don't you know,
don't you know who we are?
Aaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaah
Shock, horror, shock, shock, horror
Shock
Shock horror
Shock shock horror
Shock horror
Shock shock horror
Horror
Shock horror
Shock shock horror
Shock horror
Shock shock horror
Shock, huddle, shock, shock, huddle
Shock, huddle, shock, shock, huddle
Shock!