There'll be like a ball and I can all dance hall or no truth is them all, but whatever you call

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

Yeah, it'll be like a hop the whole gang with the bouts, we're around a start at your wake and never stop you in

compo you never knew how to behave the day we're done because you'll be gone to bring the family

law and fight a spot on the lawn and play this song over the FD.A. Dancing your grave, the day that we all have been waiting for, this is the

calm how we pray. Dancing on your tray, the food and doubt can be thrown away, at least the one for this pain

But get a doubt of when your name get scrawled upon the wall of appalling dead turd coats and not invitations

This is what they will say

If you're tired for your hull of masses, lift your glasses, shake your asses, celebrate,

while you dance on your brain.

Dancing on your brain,

Glorius twos no continue as you can't embrace.

Dancing on your brain,

Cam walk right where your feet would be one,

and running man right on your face, yeah. Choose the picture of your head

To the picture of your head is that I will be in a little bit.

Let's say I choose the stealthy as my best

for your name. Mabuzza, limbo, cha-chat Limpo Chachar Tangle number

Coda Pocke

Vogue and Gexar

and twist and with an in nature

With a car in chest and cup and chuppet shovel

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