B is for Half Dead Cadavers

First:
Wake up this morning/get ready for work/that bra/for that shirt
Burn as the soap corrodes in your eye...
ASK YOURSELF HOW LONG MUST YOU HAVE TO CRY!!!!!

Chorus:
and
dance, dance puny mortals
dance dance puny mortals
throw your hands in the air
pretend you don't care
and smile for the camera
cause your pants are on fire
so you got to dance forever (and ever)
dance, dance puny mortals
dance, dance puny mortals

Second:
Fairy tale endings/they swim in my coffee/Somebody spilled it/and now it's upon me
How could we stand here and believe in a lie...
IF IT'S GOOD FOR YOU THEN MAYBE IT'S BETTER FOR I!!!!!!!!

Chorus:
so we
dance, dance puny mortals
dance dance puny mortals
throw your hands in the air
pretend you don't care
smile for the camera
cause your pants are on fire
you got to dance forever (and ever)
dance, dance puny mortals
dance, dance puny mortals

Song: Dance Puny Mortals Dance (or how-i-wish-i-had-my-coffee-this-morning)
Artist: Half Dead Cadavers 2008 ©
Date: June 18th, 2008

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