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Just Dance!
03:20
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Whenever there is trouble
I hide inside my ginolicinormous bubble
where there's no rubble
Generally driving and grinding the truth
I'm a master of disaster in the car
Once the ride started it never stopped
And once we departed the beat just dropped
Met a dweller, a circus-carouseller in a trance
and he sang to me "Dang, buddy, just chillax 'n just dance"
I fell asleep as I woke back up
and I changed my style as I smoked it up
There's no poses in this theme
and there's noone who imposes on my dreams
So play by the play, not the playa
And trust the singer, not the saya
We've got to arise to the fame
We've got to play our own game
We've got to resist the resistance
We've got to expect the expectance
We've got to fit in the frame
We've got to catch the right train
This shit's gonna ruin every plan you got
And this pit's gonna leave you alive to rot
So 'member the good times and focus for real
If it's happiness you're after then let's seal the deal
Just dance
Dear brother
How come you never planted fodder on your father?
There is another hard led life waiting for some assistance
Gotta catch 'em all, but gotta keep 'em at a distance
Dear brother
Get that vaseline
I've got another dream comin' up in this scheme
There's rhythm in yo legs and there's prints in the trench
Just dance even if you're sittin' on a bench
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[Originally by Armstrong, Freeman, Frederiksen]
Maxwell can't tell he's in hell
He just wants you to visit him there
Same old game that he's playin'
His rules are never fair
Nobody want to look back
Everybody wanna get high tonight
Before they run outta time
Where's the felon the chargeable felon
The name of the crook who committed the crime
Dial 9-9-9 if you really want the truth
Dial 9-9-9 if you can't see it through
He ain't jack the ripper he's your ordinary crook
Calling Maxwell murder for you
Maxwell got a hand in his plan
He knows who you are in this plan
Chop the rock before you bought it
Sick Maxwell knows you got it
Nobody want to look back
Everybody wanna get high tonight
Before they run outta time
Where's the felon, chargeable felon
The name of the crook who committed the crime
Dial 9-9-9 if you really want the truth
Dial 9-9-9 if you can't see it through
He ain't jack the ripper he's your ordinary crook
Calling Maxwell murder for you
[Solo: Westerlund]
Dial 9-9-9 if you really want the truth
Dial 9-9-9 if you can't see it through
He ain't jack the ripper he's your ordinary crook
Calling Maxwell murder for you
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[Originally by Danzig]
Turn the lights down low
And bolt the door up
Future is coming
Future rising up
Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead
With both eyes open
I wait up for the kill
Feel the evil
Feel the heat as I blast you open
Death comes ripping
And it's going, death comes ripping
You feel the heat as death comes ripping
Rip your back out
And death comes ripping out
Flesh and the blood
Too weak for the likes of you
Turning it over
A little too late to penetrate
Death comes ripping
And it's going, death comes ripping
You feel the heat as death comes ripping
Rip your back out
Death comes ripping out
And it's going, death comes ripping
You feel the heat as death comes ripping
Rip your back out as death comes ripping
And I know that death comes ripping out
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Whenever there is trouble
I hide inside my ginolicinormous bubble
where there's no rubble
Generally driving and grinding the truth
I'm a master of disaster in the car
Once the ride started it never stopped
And once we departed the beat just dropped
Met a dweller, a circus-carouseller in a trance
and he sang to me "Dang, buddy, just chillax 'n just dance"
I fell asleep as I woke back up
and I changed my style as I smoked it up
There's no poses in this theme
and there's noone who imposes on my dreams
So play by the play, not the playa
And trust the singer, not the saya
We've got to arise to the fame
We've got to play our own game
We've got to resist the resistance
We've got to expect the expectance
We've got to fit in the frame
We've got to catch the right train
This shit's gonna ruin every plan you got
And this pit's gonna leave you alive to rot
So 'member the good times and focus for real
If it's happiness you're after then let's seal the deal
Just dance
Dear brother
How come you never planted fodder on your father?
There is another hard led life waiting for some assistance
Gotta catch 'em all, but gotta keep 'em at a distance
Dear brother
Get that vaseline
I've got another dream comin' up in this scheme
There's rhythm in yo legs and there's prints in the trench
Just dance even if you're sittin' on a bench
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Rågbröder Pargas, Finland
Archipelago punk, metal, rock, ska, ambient, you name it.
Simply put, not a one-genre band. Never will be.
Have pleasure!
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