There'll be like a ball and I can dance hall or truth is them all, but whatever you call,

you can rest of your shoulder, the world will dance on your rain.

Yeah, it'll be like a hop-the-hoog gag

When I'm gonna start at your way

Can't never stop you in compo

You never knew how to behave

But you're doing

Because you'll be done

To bring the family alone

Find a spot on the lawn and play this song

Over the PA.

Dancing on your grave, the day that we all have been waiting for, this is the cowboy we pray.

Dancing all your train, the food food without can be thrown away

At least the one for this name

Forget of a doubt up when your name get scrawled upon the wall

Of appalling dead turquotes and not invitations

This is what they will say

Bring your tire for your humble masses

With your glasses, shade your asses

Celebrate while we dance on your brain

Dancing on your brain

The glorious twos don't you As you came, we embrace

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