Lords Of The New Church - Murder Style lyrics

(Bator/James/Tregunna)

Hot love and cold steel/Struttin' like Pink Panther

Ain't got no plans/I ain't a boy and I ain't no man

Hanging on the corner/Just waiting for some action

There's cops in squad cars/Looking at me like I'm Bily The Kid

Chorus

Live for the nightime

Sleeping all day

Nightime is the right time

Murder style...its the way I talk/walk

Leather and black lace/Boys all wearing make-up

If looks could kill/It gives the girls such a thrill

Spiked heels on cold stone/Footsteps echo in the darkness

I wanna-I wanna-I wanna-/I want it right now

Chorus

The Lipstick killers of London Town

The street-beat cool of New York City

The cat walks in Gay Paree'

Struttin'through towns without pity

Nighstalkers/We are the streetwalkers

Just you and me/A menace to society

We're lady killers/I'm a hard core thriller

I whisper "I loves ya"/The words are empty as her stolen purse

Chorus

..I gotta' get outta' this place

I got murder style with feline grace