Dead Don't Dance Songtext
von The Velvoids

Its like an angel floating on a candle
Pealing off the leeches from a life you never even knew
Oh but you can leave mine on

Cos even heaven gets a little bit lazy
And the dead don′t dance so just take your time
And if God was just a troubadour baby
Then even hell would rhyme with them preachers going
"Oh yea yea yea"
"Oh yea yea yea"
"Oh yea yea yea"
But oh no no no no


And sharing is such a heavy chain
From my mouth to yours
It's just a loop hole
Nothing we ain′t ever done before
Yea but it's way too good to go blind

If heaven's just a place for the crazy
And the dead don′t romance baby, its such a crime
I tell you, God is just a troubadour baby
And the devil won′t rhyme when the preachers go in
"Oh yea yea yea"
"Oh yea yea yea"
"Oh yea yea yea"
Oh alright

I know the devil don't mind
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