(Verse 1) Leather jacket, safety pin, and a bruised-up heart You were the icon, I was the mess, falling right apart Chelsea Hotel, room 100, the walls are closing in A symphony of static, baby, where do we begin? We’re a headline in the gutter, a classic punk rock crime Two lovers on a bender, just running out of time. (Chorus) Oh, Sid and Nancy, a romance in the red Living for the chaos, better off just being dead? It’s a jagged kind of magic, a needle in the vein Love is just a fever, and we’re dancing through the pain You’re the king of nothing, I’m the queen of the floor One more hit, one more fight, then we’re screaming for some more. (Verse 2) Bass guitar is out of tune, and the stage is turning dark You’re swinging for the fences, but you never hit the mark Spitting at the cameras, while I’m crying in the hall We’re a pair of broken mirrors, watching one another fall They say you’re just a puppet, they say I’m just the ghost But in this burning building, baby, we’re the perfect hosts. (Bridge) There’s blood on the linoleum, and secrets in the drawer The world is getting louder, but we’re heading for the door No future for the wicked, no mercy for the brave Just a promise that we’ll follow each other to the grave. (Chorus) Oh, Sid and Nancy, a romance in the red Living for the chaos, better off just being dead? It’s a jagged kind of magic, a needle in the vein Love is just a fever, and we’re dancing through the pain You’re the king of nothing, I’m the queen of the floor One more hit, one more fight, then we’re screaming for some more. (Outro) Goodnight, Vicious... The lights are going out. Just you and me, Nancy. In the silence. In the dark.
