There'll be like a ball and I can dance hall or no chute to the mall, but whatever you call,

that you can rest of the show the world's a dance on your brain.

Yeah, it'll be like a hop-the-hoog, and a baffir-a-hoogne, Dagalap, we're gonna start at your way.

Can't never stop you in a income fool.

You never knew how to behave.

But you're done, because you'll be gone.

To bring the family alone,

and fight us fight on the lawn and play this off over the PA.

Dancing on your grave, the day that we all have been waiting for, this is the palmo we pray.

Dancing on your train, the food who doubt can be thrown away

At least the one for this pain

Forget a doubt of when your name

It scrawled upon the wall of appalling dead turd coats

Send not invitations

This is what they will say

Drink you tire and pour your hullet masses.

Lift your glasses, shade your grasses, celebrate while we dance on your brain.

Dancing on your brain, the glorious twos don't you tell you as you're decaying embrace.

Dancing on your frame, Camel walk right where your feet would be one, and running man right of your head

that I will be in.

When I took my son healthy and I can't

go on your face. The I'm my is my

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