There'll be like a ball and I can dance for,

no, don't you turn to the mall, but whatever you call it, you can rest of the show

the world to dance on your brain.

Yeah, it'll be like a hop to hog-gaggle,

Bob, we're gonna start at at your wake and never stop you in

compo.

They never knew how to behave.

A new gang was done because you'll be gone to bring the family alone and fight us find

on the lawn and play this song over the peat.

Dancing on your grave,

the day that we all have been waiting for,

this is the color we pray.

Dancing on your ray,

the food and doubt can be thrown away,

at least the one for this name.

A ghetto, tiled up when your name gets scrawled upon the wall of appalling dead turd coats and not invitations.

This is what they will say.

Bring your tie up for your hullet masses, lift your glasses, shake your grasses, celebrate

while we dance on your brain.

Dancing on your brain, the glories don't you tell you, as you decay we embrace.

Dancing on your brain

Camel walk right where your feet would be running man right on your face To the picture of your head and I will

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