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!
Young violence
Young violence
Young violence
Young violence
Young violence (Aah!)
Young violence (Ooh!)
Young violence
Young violence
Violence!