On the dancefloor
On the dancefloor
On the dancefloor
On the dancefloor
With midnight hair of the bluest black
Shimmering like a raven's back
A quaint cliche with a pretty face
An angel born to fall from grace
Drop dead
On the dancefloor
Drop dead
Drop dead
On the dancefloor
Drop dead
Now stumbling through the modern gloom
So alone in a crowded room
Found comfort in the chemicals
That reap the lives and steal the souls
Drop dead
On the dancefloor
Drop dead
Drop dead
On the dancefloor
Drop dead
Drop dead
On the dancefloor
Drop dead
Drop dead
On the dancefloor
Drop dead
Drop dead
All innocence is lost tonight
Beneath the heat and flashing lights
Innocence is lost tonight
On crystal meth and China White
Drop dead
On the dancefloor
Drop dead
Drop dead
On the dancefloor
Drop dead
Drop dead
On the dancefloor
Drop dead
Drop dead
On the dancefloor
Drop dead
On the dancefloor
On the dancefloor
On the dancefloor
On the dancefloor
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