like some girl in a snuff videowith a chord around
her neckand her veins full of blowshe's dancing like
she doesn't knowthat she's hanging in the morgue with
industrialso gothed out like "black number 1"
She'd rather slit her wrists than have some funShaking
her corpse to the same old shitPlaying it safe is boring,
isn't it!?Oi! Mr. DJ, what records are ya playin' todayOi!
Mr. DJ, are you gonna play the same damn thing that
you did yesterdayThis ghettoabysmallike gangstasin
limbocreationinvasiona fortressa missionarrestedinfestedthis
corpse has been re-animatedpale embrace in a sick romanceit's
dead and gone but still they all danceEvery day is
Halloweenbut it's Halloween stuck in '93And it makes
me think of the good old daysof skinny puppy and ministrycombat
boots and pvcDressing up like a scary drag queenIt's
dead and gone, so let's move onIndustrial R.
I.P.If yer lookin for a zombie fuckthen get your kicks
at the club noc noc (Seattle,
WA.)dancing all ro-bot-ic120 bmp goin tic toc tic toc
un-dead posers drinking at the barand broken pretty
things that can't get very farand the 3 legged dogs
that are on the the pranceI say step aside bitches
I'm here to danceLet's fucking dance