There'll be like a ball and like an old dance

No trip to the malls, but whatever you call it, you can rest the show

The world will dance on your rain

It'll be like a hop the whole gang with the bouts

We're gonna start at your way can never stop you in

come fool.

You never knew how to behave.

But you gang, I'm done, cause you'll be gone to bring the family alone, find a spot on the lawn

and play in the song over the FD.A. dancing on your grave the day that we all have been waiting for this is the

calm how we pray dancing all your prey the food who doubt can be away, at least the one for this pain.

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

If you're tired for your hullet masses, lift your glasses, shake your grasses, celebrate

I'll be dancing your way

Dancing on your brain

The glorious twos don't you tell it as you're decaying embrace dancing on your

rain camel walk right where your feet would be a running man right on your face You're a picture of your You have a picture of your redneck

That I will see

And I took the stealthy as my best to put your face Mast Mabusa Mabuzza, dimbo cha-cha The

Nalvo Satsa, Limbo Chachar Tangle, Mumba, Cogor Pocke,

Vogue and Gaggyzile, and Whizpatch with the main agee.

With a carcin, Justin, Cupid Sheple,

Humpty Hustle, Fox drive, Rob, Pop, Hot, Lock, Indie, Hop, Electro,

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