A silhouette in darkness Slowly revealed to light A living weapon, here to fight The first to draw a weapon Is just the first to fall No-one to blame, she warned them all They blink, she moves, it's over In turn they fall like leaves Street justice in a den of thieves She cuts her way right through them A shadow of a ghost She is the knife against their throats They gather up the wounded They stagger and they sway When predator becomes the prey Prey... (prey... prey... prey...) (Echoed) Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na