Wearing just explosives, Venus in the Shell Station and she’s sweetly asking for the till Give the bastards hell my little Villainelle
Gentle curl of copper burning in farewell Winks from her tiara, leaves without the bill Wearing just explosives, Venus in the Shell
Billows golden flame it silences the yell Dust all glitters falling everything is still Give the bastards hell my little Villainelle
Burning what they’re giving, stealing what they sell Silver plumed exhaust, it burns across the hill Wearing just explosives, Venus in the Shell
Where the smoke will rise no thinker can foretell Frightened of all poems, they suppress the thrill Give the bastards hell my little Villainelle
Prop the exit open, disconnect the bell Give her what she wants and no excuse to kill Wearing just explosives, Venus in the Shell Give the bastards hell my little Villainelle