My accessory's a cigarette

No I don't need your Heatherette

These leather boots kick off my St Marks look

I'm hard as concrete rubber licked

My rotten fresh will make you sick

You know I never do it by the book

Bang bang bang

I I dress to kill

Bang bang bang

I I aim to thrill

Bang bang bang

I I dress to kill

Bang bang bang

I I aim to thrill

Black eyes

Black lips

Black dye

Black hair

Black soul

Black blue yeah

I'm dressed to kill

Black straps

Black lungs

Black book

Black sheep

Black boots

Black black yeah

I'm dressed to kill

I'm rough around the edge it seems

I need a little flaw on me

Over the top but keep it underground

Taxidermy round my neck

My perfume is my whiskey breath

While you are wearing rhinestones by the pound

Bang bang bang

I I dress to kill

Bang bang bang

I I aim to thrill

Bang bang bang

I I dress to kill

Bang bang bang

I I aim to thrill

Black eyes

Black lips

Black dye

Black hair

Black soul

Black blue yeah

I'm dressed to kill

Black straps

Black lungs

Black book

Black sheep

Black boots

Black black yeah

I'm dressed to kill

This isn't a f*cking costume

This is a way of life

This isn't a f*cking costume

This is a way of life

Bang bang bang

I I dress to kill

Bang bang bang

I I aim to thrill

Bang bang bang

I I dress to kill

Bang bang bang

I I aim to thrill

Black eyes

Black lips

Black dye

Black hair

Black soul

Black blue yeah

I'm dressed to kill

Black straps

Black lungs

Black book

Black sheep

Black boots

Black black yeah

I'm dressed to kill