Lyrics:

One, two, one two three four...
And I'll leave you all
With your playthings all arranged
In a rage for you to live with
Well it gets so rough acting like a sworn enemy
And it gets so rough
Even if it is the best I gave

What is love
What is love
What is love
Without pain
Without pain

Holy rollers pictures of
The hounds of nothing
She will catch you without falling
Well it gets so rough
Acting like a sworn enemy
And it gets so rough
Even if it is the best I gave
What is love
What is love
What is love
Without pain
Without pain
Without pain
Without