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

Hold on truth to the mall, but whatever you call and you can rest the show the world's

to dance on your brain.

Yeah, it'll be like a hop the whole gang with the bops.

We're gonna start at your wake and never stop you in Kung Fu.

You never knew how to behave.

But you gang was done because you'll be gone to bring the family alone,

and fight a spot on the lawn and play this song over the PA. Dancing on your grave

Did we all have been waiting for

This is the calm we pray

Dancing all your grave

The food and doubt can be thrown away, at least the one for this name.

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

If you're tired for your humble masses, lift your glasses, shake your grasses, celebrate while we dance on your way.

Dancing on your brain

The glorious tooth, don't get telling you, as here decaying embrace

Dancing on your rain

Camel walk right where your feet would be

Running Man right on your face

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

And then I took the stealthy as my best to put your face Myrase, Mopo Sopheed Mabo Sazza,

Limbo Chachat Tangle number

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