ترانه:
Cult The Born Into This

Paris is burning The city alight the club kids on fire they're doing it right they're keeping it punk rock they're keeping it tight ripping out speakers

So you be a dirty little rock star Blood stained sleeve your Slimane Dior You live a lie, sold your soul for the paper You be a slave, be a media whore

I fell in love With your face Take down the walls Of this place You're a wild thing You say wild things But much too wild I think You're a wild thing

take this spell off of me Yeah, the children's flesh for sale And your tarot hooks Reach deep with golden claws The devil [Incomprehensible], yeah, he's not our kind And this

Yeah NYC The place to be look at all the rock heads like you and me push against the pavement take it to the street sick of all the hype now riding on

: Yeah NYC The place to be look at all the rock heads like you and me push against the pavement take it to the street sick of all the hype now riding

: Paris is burning The city alight the club kids on fire they're doing it right they're keeping it punk rock they're keeping it tight ripping out speakers

: Survival of the fittest, baby Yeah, you thought that life was so damn easy You try to run before you crawl Yeah, you're innocent 'til they prove you

Come and take this spell off of me. Yeah the children's flesh for sale and your tarot hooks Reach deep with golden claws The devil yeah he's not our kind And this