to the hilt

A litany of death about to play Its fatal hand here Clawed to the hilt, sordid, best beware Our swords will fill the air

On we catapult We're thrusting to the hilt Unearthing every fault

They're chattering and smacking, then go for some more Butter-cream cake and bee sting cake They're huffing and puffing, almost filled to the hilt Just one more whippet cookie, order must prevail

Face your fate Bain or sacrifice To the hilt stain the sword

And as I follow your gaze, as if in a dream, it deceives me in my arms oh my dear, magic nights, for one small kiss, I would give anything.

Get a dose of her in jackboots and kilt She's killer-diller when she's dressed to the hilt She's the kind of the girl that makes the News of the World

For the boredom that... God's sake! You will quote Burse in your mind, I will fall asleep to the hilt.

Today, we're a family living one dream. Look how happy we are, how good everything is for us. But today I'll be drunk to the hilt, just because you're perfect for me.

On a continent of plastic bags Stomach's full, up to the hilt While the neighbor's dishes remain empty

When that the sword says there'll be no argumentum Blood that is spilt, sir, has gained all the guilt, sir Thus have you seen me run my sword up to the hilt, sir

Just for fun, Pushed a rusty hunting sword Into his shoulder to the hilt And maniac dropped dead,

　　　　　A temporary love that's now begun 　　　　　Why, it's just like a fairy tale Though I want to dress to the hilt and go out 　　　　　This spring, into your chest　Fu･･････

[Pre-Chorus] We backed each other to the hilt We backed each other to the hilt Now I live in this house we built

The last cry: "Goodbye, men!" And as if a knife had entered the heart to the hilt, And the brain was pierced by a terrible guess -

The blade planted in an impenetrable rock Awaits the time of its liberation Frozen in its shell of granite up to the hilt

Is whispering? With whom does she play truth? Laughing and drinking to the hilt? How does she kiss her exes?

There where his own heart was tumultuously beating, Then fell in the pool of red blood he had spilled, Wide-eyed, with the blade driven in to the hilt.

And now the plot unfolds Though it makes my blood run cold You'll play your role to the hilt Play it until every tear is shed

its daunting staircase, nauseous with vertigo gathering like straw the rudimentary characteristics of courage, gumption, innovation and faking it to the hilt like a hilarious onslaught of sham orgasms. Transcendence might be the term Emerson would lend it.

You couldn't sell this soul for a few pennies I came, I saw, I conquered, market is sad We made a splash, up to the hilt I roamed Berlin, Zurich, Munich, Vienna