There'll be like a ball and I can dance

Oh, don't chew with them all, but whatever you call it, you can rest of the show

The world will dance on your range

Yeah, it'll be like a hop the whole gang with bops.

We're gonna start at your wake and never stop you in

come fool you never knew how to behave but the gang was done because you'll be gone to bring the family

alone by the spot on the lawn and play this song over the pierce dancing on your grave

The day that we all have been waiting for

This is the common we pray

Dancing on your tray

The food who doubt can be thrown away

At least the one for this game.

The cattle doubt of when your name gets scrawled upon the wall of appalling dead turd coats and not invitations, this is what they will say.

If you're tired for your huddled glasses, Lift your glasses, shake your grasses,

celebrate your brain,

I'll be dancing on your brain.

So dancing on your grave

Glorious tools don't you tell you

as you to care we can pray.

So dancing on your parade

Camel walk right where your feet would be

a running man right on your face.

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