There'll be like a ball and I can all dance for no truth is the more, but whatever you call

and you can rest the show the world to dance on your brain.

Yeah, it'll be like a hopped the hoaggle about the ground

You'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 by the spot on the lawn and play this song

Over the P.A.

Dancing on your grave,

the day that we all have been waiting for,

this is the common we pray.

Dancing all your train,

the food and doubt can be thrown away,

at least the one for this name.

A better of a doubt of 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 hulled masses, lift your glasses, shake your grasses, celebrate

I'll be dancing on your brain.

So dancing on your brain, the glorious tools don't you tell you you as here to decay we embrace.

Dancing on your parade, camel walk right where your feet would be running man right on your face. Take the picture of your picture of your head is that I will see

and let's say I took the tells he has my best to for your dream I'm going to Sassad Mopo Sophezada, limbo chat-cha, tangle number, coral, coval, gubern, jacket

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