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She said that Disco sucks
And Rock'n'Roll is dead
So gimme some Death punk
And gimme some head
From LHR touching down in OSL
A 20-minute train ride to heaven or to hell
Right in the big O
Bring my need or buy my soul
We're just coming on and the nights are getting longer
If this weekend doesn't kill me
It can only make me stronger
My phone is low on juice
But I got boogie-woogie shoes
The boys are back from heart attack
You know we might be glad to meet you
Saturday night we shine so bright
'Cause tonight I'm hot for Nietzsche
Come on
Come on
Come on
Hot for Nietzsche
Come on
Come on
Come on
Hot for Nietzsche
I wasn't feeling too able on the operating table
But you know my heart's a diamond in the rough
But little did I know that Scandinavian blow
Just hasn't been stepped on enough
It's tough
I've got a beast infection
I need some medical attention
High on the street bent
Feed the demon
Feed the demon
Have you heard the news?
But I got boogie-woogie shoes
The boys are back from heart attack
You know we might be glad to meet you
Saturday night we shine so bright
'Cause tonight I'm hot for Nietzsche
Come on
Come on
Come on
Hot for Nietzsche
Come on
Come on
Come on
Hot for Nietzsche
So glad to meet you
I'm hot for Nietzsche
Tonight we shine so bright
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hot for Nietzsche
Hello
Hello
Hello, tonight we shine so bright