Текст песни: Pretty Girls Make Graves. Domino.

Radar, radar, radar
Searching for innocence
Satisfied, satellite
Where do I fit in?
All mixed up with you
In the right kind of wrong
Radar, radar, radar
Calling out for the truth
What words are most wise
from a bloodthirsty youth?
I have tasted the sweet of your lips
But am pacified?
No
Heart calls domino
Mi fai pazzo
Radar, radar, radar
How do you like it?
How do you like me now?