There'll be like a ball and like an old dance, no truth with them all, but whatever you call

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

It'll be like a half the whore gang gang with about the ground at your way can never stop

you in the income fool

and never knew how to behave.

But you gang were done because you'll be young

to bring the family alone

and fight us fight on the lawn

and play this song over the PA.

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

Dancing all your grave, the food and doubt can be thrown away, at least the one for this day.

Forget of a doubt that when your name gets crawled upon the wall of appalling dead turd coats and not invitations, this is what they will say.

Bring your tie on for your hullet glasses, let your w masses, lift your glasses, shake your glasses, celebrate while we dance on your way.

Dancing on your brain!

The chorus, too, don't get telling you, as you to came we embrace dancing on your

camera walk right where your feet would be running man right on your face yeah To the picture of your To the picture of your red is that I will be in red and rest.

And then I took the stealthy as I can't go on your dream. Mabuzza, Limbo Chachat, Tangle number, Cobra,

Boca Gaggmy Zah, Twist and with a Nainee too

With a cop in chest and Cuban shuffle,

Unty Hustle, Fox Drive, Rob, Pop, Hop, Hot, Lock, Indie, Hop, Lux, Boo.

Dancing on your brain, sweat up all of the aftershade, stink like a 6 a.m. Ray.

Dancing on your brain

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