Drop Dead Songtext

Fear Cult

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Drop Dead Songtext
With midnight hair of the bluest black
Shimmering like a raven's 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...
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