on skinny, come on fatty Shake it Martha, shake it Larry Shake it Mr. Coronary You gotta dance, dance Come on and dance, dance Gotta dance till you'
on skinny Come on fatty Shake it Martha Shake it Larry Shake it Mr. Coronary You gotta dance dance Come on and dance dance Dance til you're outta breath
Traduction: Alice Cooper. Dance Yourself To Death.
Come on skinny Come on fatty Shake it Martha Shake it Larry Shake it Mr. Coronary You gotta dance dance Come on and dance dance Dance til you're outta
becoming an animal Blue eyes, bloody sight Ready for a fatal fight Maniak ! Anal way to explain you This hate I feel is all for you Prepare yourself
Forget the things that you own And travel almost anywhere you can go Dance across the tree tips, set them ablaze Soaking in their pleasant warm summer
want to compete abroad My cruel weapons have been put on the shelf Come sit down on my knee You are dearer to me than myself As you yourself can see
fight it, try to deny it, stupid you will feel What I do, I do it well Shooting from the hip, yeah boy I shoot to kill Half a breath left on my death
say you a sin, but in the end They jump on the bandwagon and dance to the band playing Skinny-ass pants sagging, it's only yourself you playing Call me
try to fight it, try to deny it stupid you will feel what I do, I do it well shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill half a breath left on my death
on riding The pain you know so well They'll ride you down to the gutter They'll ride you down to hell CHORUS And you the master dealer May death be on
May She carried a gift from her home The night shed a tear To tell her of fear And of sorrow and pain She'll never outgrow Death is the first dance,
May She carried a gift from her home The night shed a tear to tell her of fear And of sorrow and pain She'll never outgrow Death is the first dance,
carried a gift from her home The night shed a tear To tell her of fear And of sorrow and pain She'll never outgrow Death is the first dance, eternal
a gift from her home The night shed a tear To tell her of fear And of sorrow and pain She'll never outgrow Death is the first dance, eternal There's
lookin' for a place to play, Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire, But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man. Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death
