loving dead We love, we love even in death We are, we are the loving dead We love, we love even in death We are, we are the loving dead We love, we
the loving dead We love, we love even in death We are, we are the loving dead We love, we love even in death We are, we are the loving dead We love,
see how we blowin pa The lookout niggas holdin fort like they was watchtowers Buggin on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours So on and so on
it was raining Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment Untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone Three in the morning, coming back from work, on
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced dance forever with the devil on a code cell
dance floor To cut a rug Love is love all day Till they throw slugs And take another life in cold blood Can't feel me til its your blood Murder
the dance floor To cut a rug Love is love all day Till they throw slugs And take another life in cold blood Can't feel me til its your blood Murder
more news from nowhere it's getting strange in here and it gets stranger every year more news from nowhere more news from nowhere then a black girl with no clothes on danced
better man up Shawty back her ass up, tonight she's gettin' stabbed up On a hush, she lust for the thrust They love it when you kill it, I love you 'til
Chorus Get up on the dance floor break it down shake your butt Cause you know you're getting on with a club slut You know you like it fast she knock you on
the butcher just a note to my peers, who solemnly believe that escape infection on the dawn of a paracetical eve theres a parallel state where floors,
love tha crypt but that don't mean i won't bitch smack that lip we got full blood people ? welcome to the greatest show on earth Chorus: (everyone come
to the cold dance Watching the room grow old, a funeral romance Somewhere, someone's screaming that the world's gone Smear me with your blood and let these dead
and twitching, twisting to the cold dance Watching the room grow old a funeral romance Somewhere, someone's, screaming that the worlds gone Smear me with your blood and let these dead
wife But then by and by it all went wrong I fell washed up on a shore She stared down at me from up in the storm And I sopped up on the floor For more