No chaser, no fight.
No love in it, you’re ready for the bite.
No reason, no right.
Put a little blood in it, you’re the taster’s choice tonight.
You’re the angel going down.
You’re the cover of a magazine.
Beautiful, beautiful. You will make a kill with this.
Spit me out, spit me out – poison!
There’s the dead one crying out.
There’s the killer made into a star.
Burnin’ up, turnin’ on. We will get a thrill with this poison.
Suck me in, spit me out…
No chaser, no fight.
No love in it, you’re ready for the bite.
No reason, no right.
Put a little blood in it, you’re the taster’s choice tonight.
We’re the billions making waves…
We’re the blood stains on your bottom line…
Pull me in, turn me on. Is there any truth in this?
Burn me up, turn me on…
Spit me out, spit me out…
We will get a thrill from this poison. Poison!
No chaser, no fight.
No love in it, you’re ready for the bite.
No reason, no right.
Put a little blood in it, you’re the taster’s choice tonight.
You’re the taster’s choice tonight.
You’re the taster’s choice, yeah!