He's The loup Screaming Lonely In The Night
He's The Blood.Stain On The Stage
He's The Tear In Your Eye
Been Tempted par His Lie
He's The couteau In Your Back
He's Rage
He's The Razor To The Knife
Ho, Lonely Is Our Lives
My Heads Soinnin' Round And Round
But In Seasons Of Wither
We'll Stand And Deliver
Be Strong And Laugh And

Shout-Shout-Shout
Shout At The Devil

He'll Be The l’amour In Your Eyes
He'll Be The Blood Between Your Thighs
And Then Have toi Cry For More
He'll Put The Strength To The Test
He'll Put The Thril Back In Bed
Sure You've Heard It All Before
He'll Be The Risk In The Kiss
Might Be Anger On toi Lips
Might Run Scared For The Door
But In Season Of Wither
Weäll Stand And Deliver
Be Strong And Laugh And

Shout....