Lyrics No Fun At All – Where Eagles Dare

We walk the streets at night
We go where eagles dare
They pick up every movement
They pick up every loser

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, baby

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, baby

Let’s test your threshold of pain
And let’s see how long you last
That’s happened in your rape
And on bosoms of your past
With jaded eyes and features
You think they really care
Let’s go where eagles dare
We’ll go where eagles dare

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