No Fun At All - Where Eagles Dare

We walk the streets at night
we go where eales dare
they pick up every movement
they pick up every loser
with jaded eyes and features
you think they really care

I ain`t no goddamn
son of a bitch
You better ´think about it baby
I ain`t no goddamn
son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, baby

An omelet of disease awaits
your noontime meal
Her mouth of germicide
seducing all your glands

Let`s test your threshold of pain
Let`s see how long you last
That`s happened in your rape
On bosoms of your past
With jaded eyes and features
You think they really care?
Let`s go where eagles dare
We`ll go where eagles dare