Dance On

That kid can be a violent son of a bitch
Hey man, I’m sorry to hear that
It’s cool, sometimes I just gotta vent
Hey man, that’s what I’m here for
You’re a pal
You deserve it
I fucked up
Forget about it
I can’t
Why not?
I just can’t
All right
Let’s go
Where we headed?
To a party
Where’s it at?
Who knows
Not me
We could tie him up to his tree, we could build wood up to his knees
(ahh)
That kid can be a chatty pile of shit
Hey man, I’m sorry to hear that
It’s cool, sometimes I just gotta vent
Hey man, that’s what I’m here for
You’re a pal
You deserve it
I fucked up
Forget about it
I can’t
Why not?
I just can’t
All right
Let’s go
Where we headed?
To the party?
Where’s it at?
Who knows
Not me
We could tie him up to his tree, we could build wood up to his knees
(ahh)
(knees)
(ahh)
Dance on a dead man’s ashes
Dance on a dead man’s ashes
Dance on (dance on) (repeated)
(Verse in background)
We could build wood up to his knees
(ahh)
(knees)
(ahh)