I'll bring brass knuckles and lipstick
I'll dress in black and red
I'll wrap some raw meat in plastic
Hide it under your bed

There's razor blades on the dance floor
Lizards on the stairs
Set fire to velvet curtains
They love the smell of burnt hair

Everybody plays the game
Smiling like they're insane, blood on the wall
Lucky if you get away
Always the last call at the Predator's Ball

They'll offer you powder and champagne
Chandeliers of snakes
You wanted them to adore you
Now the mask's stuck to your face

They smell if you're weak from a distance
With eyes vertically slit
Relax babe it's just business
Make a deal you can't win

Everybody plays the game
Smiling like they're insane, blood on the wall
Lucky if you get away
Always the last call at the Predator's Ball
Confetti made out of money
Girls on puppet strings
Well you have a cyanide tablet
In case you go too deep

The pretty the filthy the hungry
Together in one place
Will you be one of the hunters
Or do you like to get chased?

Everybody plays the game
Smiling like they're insane, blood on the wall
Lucky if you get away
Always the last call at the Predator's Ball