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 f** 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 sh** like that? I gotta show you, my view of the silence The older the new you, the younger the violence Hey! The young violence Young violence Young violence Young violence Young violence (Ah!) Young violence (Oh!) Young violence Young violence Violence!