There'll be like a ball and I can dance

No truth is them all but whatever you call it you can rest the show

The world to dance on your brain

Yeah, it'll be like a hop the whore gang about we're gonna start at your way

Can't never stop you in

Kumpoo.

You never knew how to behave.

But you gang was done, because you'll be gone.

Bring the family alone, and fight us by the line alone and play this song over the FD.

Dancing all your ray.

Today we all have been waiting for, this is the color we pray.

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

Forget all the doubt of when your name gets scrawled upon the wall of appalling dead turd coats and not invitations.

This is what they will say.

Bring you tired for your hulled masses.

Put your glasses, shake your asses, settle brain. How we can't tell your hummasses. Put your glasses, shade your grasses,

set up a brain,

so we dance on your brain.

So dancing on your prey

glorious tunes,

no contillion,

as you're decay, we embrace.

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