Lyrics
We walk the streets at night
We go where eagles dare
We pick up every movement
We pick up every loser
We are the fucking men, yeah
You think they really care?
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it, baby
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, babe
An omelet of disease
Awaits your noontime meal
Her mouth of germicide
Seducing all your glands
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it, baby
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, babe
Let's test your threshold of pain
Let's see how long you last
That's happened in your past
On buttons of your pants
We are the fucking men, yeah
You think they really care?
Let's go where eagles dare
Let's go where eagles dare!
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it, baby
I ain't your goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, babe
I ain't your goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it, baby
I ain't your goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, babe
Written by: Ron Goodwin