Fear Cult

With midnight hair of the bluest black
Shimmering like a ravens back
A quaint cliche with a pretty face
A angel born to fall from grace
Drop dead! On the dancefloor
Drop dead!
Drop dead! On the dancefloor
Drop dead!
Now stumbling through the modern gloom
So alone in a crowded room
Found comfort in the chemicals
That reap the lives and steal the souls
Drop dead! On the dancefloor
Drop dead!
Drop dead! On the dancefloor
Drop dead!
(x2)
All innocence is lost tonight
Beneath the heat and flashing lights
All innocence is lost tonight
On crystal meth and China White
Drop dead! On the dancefloor
Drop dead!
Drop dead! On the dancefloor
Drop dead!
Drop dead! On the dancefloor
Drop dead!
Drop dead! On the dancefloor
Drop dead!
...on the dancefloor...
...on the dancefloor...
[ Drop Dead Lyrics ]