There'll be like a ball and I can dance whole, no, the truth of the mall, but whatever you call and you can rest of the show, the world's going to dance on your head.

Yeah, it'll be like a hopper, a hoarse about the ground of the side of your way can never stop. Union come fool.

They never knew how to behave.

But you check the town because you'll be gone to bring the family alone by the spot 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 column of our we pray.

Dancing on your train, the who doubt can be thrown away at least the one for this

pain forget a doubt that when your name gets crawled upon the wall of appalling dead turn

coats and out invitations this is what they will say.

Bring you tired for your humble masses,

with your glasses, shade your grasses,

celebrate while we dance on your way.

Dancing on your brain

The glory is twos, don't get to tell it

As you decay we embrace

Dancing on your parade

Camel walk right where your feet would be

A running man right on your face

Yeah Big Yeah

Yeah Take the picture of your head is that I will see

And then I take my turn to stealthy as my test on your friend My my sister, we are this is

a man

wild

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