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

Oh, don't chew to the mall, but whatever you call it, you can rest of the show the world will dance on your race

Yeah, it'll be like a hopper, a whole day with Bob, we're gonna start at your way can never stop union come through

you never knew how to behave

but you're done

because you'll be gone

and bring the family alone

find a spot on the lawn

and play this song

over the FD.

Dancing on your grave

The day that we all have been waiting for

This is the calm how we pray

Dancing on your tray

The food out can be thrown away

At least the one for this pain.

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

If you're tired for your hubbed masses, Lift your glasses, shade your grasses, celebrate,

I'll be dancing your brain.

So dancing on your brain,

glorious tools don't you tell you,

as you decaying and pray.

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