Dance On Songtext

I just can't.
All right.
Let's go.
Where we headed?
To a party.
Where's it at?
Who knows.
Not me.
We could tie him up to his tree, we could build wood up to his knees.
(ahh)

That kid can be a chatty pile of shit.
Hey man, I'm sorry to hear that.
It's cool, sometimes I just gotta vent.
Hey man, that's what I'm here for.
You're a pal.
You deserve it.
I fucked up.
Forget about it.
I can't. Why not?
I just can't.
All right.
Let's go.
Where we headed?
To the party?
Where's it at?
Who knows.
Not me.
We could tie him up to his tree, we could build wood up to his knees.
(ahh)
(knees)
(ahh)


Dance on a dead man's ashes,
Dance on a dead man's ashes.
Dance on (dance on) [repeated]
[Verse in background]

We could build wood up to his knees.
(ahh)
(knees)
(ahh)