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Sounds The Dance With The Devil

now when I'm alive. You dance with the devil. 'Cos I control your life tonight. You dance with the devil. Bridge Chrous 3: When we dance we want the

feelings I can't define ! [Lucy] It's a sin with no name- [Hyde] No remorse and no shame- Fire, fury and flame ! [Lucy] Cos the devil's to blame

die and I hope my mama really loves me 'Cause daddy's bye-bye, inner pride with the Ripsta Let 'em hit ya with the scripture Picture me locked out and smoked out with

guides mankind beyond all hopes of rebirth Tear further into violence And send forth the blade that slaughter each cell Stillbirth redemption Sterility dances to the rapturous sound

, all so sweet With sugar plums, oh look, here comes Marshall, he's on your street He's placing hot, smoldering charcoals beneath your feet Now walk on 'em, he's dancing with

they fucking dope, bananas Hunny I applaude that ass Swear to God man these mobs cant dance Ma show em how its done Spazz like a God Damn Tas, yeah You can sound

glass up at the Wally Bash Sun splash, autographed lesson with your name slashed Backdraft, four powders, screamin' with the pearly hats Children fix the contrast as the sound

with my machete with my hockey mask on Better yet I'll paint my face up like Dead Presidents In your neighborhood, nothing but dead residents When I get through with

If you just can't deal with that (Come and see the red and black) (Jumpsteady) As the cold night folds round We be creeping without a sound With rydas