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Dance with the damned
New song yay
Vs1:
Long long time ago
Or at least that’s how it starts
I’ll cut right to chase where some
Jerkwad stole my heart
I know that might seem a little
Bare of course without the details
But all you need is a sword a shield
Yeah and some chain mail
Skipping back and forth with a desire
Just to grove
Seeing that everyzombie eyes my every move
I may not have a heart but I feel it when
The bass drops
No half genie hero
so would that make me rottie tops?
Well it’s rave time
In these grave times
Chours:
I wanna dance with the dead
And let it rock
A six to a nine step and then
just pop and lock
maybe a little kick flip and spins
oh just simply watch
me me me
dancing with the dead.
Vs2
In the underground
No one can hear your screams
Just like all in space
That exist are faded dreams
Flip it to and fro with your soul
flowing throughout you
can’t hear the shop keeper blow
Then just pump up the volume
Minitaurs and dragons will thrust
Without a care
skeletons lovingly throw
Their hands in the air
Slimes jump up and down but never
Will come at you
Monkeys will harass but at least they don’t
Throw their pooh
Well it’s rave time
In these grave times
Chours:
I wanna dance with the dead
And let it rock
A six to a nine step and then
just pop and lock
maybe a little kick flip and spins
oh just simply watch
me me me
dancing with the dead
New song yay
Vs1:
Long long time ago
Or at least that’s how it starts
I’ll cut right to chase where some
Jerkwad stole my heart
I know that might seem a little
Bare of course without the details
But all you need is a sword a shield
Yeah and some chain mail
Skipping back and forth with a desire
Just to grove
Seeing that everyzombie eyes my every move
I may not have a heart but I feel it when
The bass drops
No half genie hero
so would that make me rottie tops?
Well it’s rave time
In these grave times
Chours:
I wanna dance with the dead
And let it rock
A six to a nine step and then
just pop and lock
maybe a little kick flip and spins
oh just simply watch
me me me
dancing with the dead.
Vs2
In the underground
No one can hear your screams
Just like all in space
That exist are faded dreams
Flip it to and fro with your soul
flowing throughout you
can’t hear the shop keeper blow
Then just pump up the volume
Minitaurs and dragons will thrust
Without a care
skeletons lovingly throw
Their hands in the air
Slimes jump up and down but never
Will come at you
Monkeys will harass but at least they don’t
Throw their pooh
Well it’s rave time
In these grave times
Chours:
I wanna dance with the dead
And let it rock
A six to a nine step and then
just pop and lock
maybe a little kick flip and spins
oh just simply watch
me me me
dancing with the dead
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a parodie of dancing in the dark by riahnah and well i'll come back to it latter lol but it's based off of that game night of the necrodancer so yeah not very original lol
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