cure, Feels like the moon is full and now we're chasing more. You're in the spin and it feeds you, You'll find, Death can dance.
Get the hell out, you move in, I'll move out Is this what matters? You scream, I shout You think you're drowning when you're just gasping for air Angels
You dont know that there's been a change The ending of what was the latest craze You don't know, uhoh You don't know, woah Lets go! Lets go! They'll sing
the moon is full and now we?re chasing more. You?re in the spin and it feeds you, You?ll find, Death can dance.
Übersetzung: Charon. Death Can Dance.
because she thought that they liked her Even though you feel all alone It can't rain everyday It don't rain forever Your sunshine may be gone but i know It can
You dont know that there's been a change The ending of what was the latest craze You don't know, uhoh You don't know, woah Lets go! Lets go! They'll
at the local county jail All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail But the guys were indiscreet They were brawling in the street At the local dance
yeah He's harmonic Now I'm going to live forever, I'm bionic Put death in a check hold, and slammed it like onyx So we can slam dance in heaven, it's
as hell!" "Jolly good fun." "You'll die dancin'!" "Dark, gliding shapes that glide every long inch ... " "Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths!" [Chorus:]
is true Them thug life niggas is a bull Everywhere we go The niggas trippin at the door I want to dance with you You can dance at the party and not get
Can I Have My Swagga Back? Excuse Me Mam, Can I Have My Swagga Back? Excuse Me Sir, Can I Have My Swagga Back? Excuse Me Mam, Can I Have My Swagga Back
go deaf to the ancient and thundering sound of creations singing I?m clinging so tight to my questions I can?t hear its chorus ringing Like some perpetual dancer
hell You can't you tell? My road dog, under the jail Getting frustrating mail So I'm drinking and smoking Thinking and hoping This cell gon' open You can dance
up, shakin' shit off You know white collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops (uh huh) Real niggaz snatch glocks, and run up in spots We can talk Trump talk
