If They Move, Kill 'em Testo

Let's get this party out of hand(Do you want the lights on or off?)
We're the bad news that you want to hear
(Do you want the lights on or off?)
I just can't keep my hands to my-se-se-self!
We're the boys with no regrets, no regard and too much time to kill
(No regrets)
This ain't no revolution this is: all out war!
We're dressed to kill anything that moves and baby i want you
We're all self-confessed heart breakers; oh baby I want yours
No retreat, no surrender!