So if you'll ask the DJ On Monday I'll buy it And then we'll dance through the yard 'til the neighbours decide they don't like it We're gonna dance
But if you don't mind I'ma keep you on call We above the law, we don't give a fuck 'bout y'all I got dogs that'll chew a fucking hole through the wall
Right now he's probably slow dancing With a bleached-blond tramp And she's probably getting frisky Right now, he's probably buying Her some fruity little
in the shade underneath the trees The boys in the clubhouse are right next door Playing cops and robbers and the Civil War We'd all meet up at the swimming hole
if you must smash a glass first fill it to the hilt Plants, as far as I know are still Still bending toward the light And if we dance until the heart
me down the hole Don?t send me down the hole Don?t send me down the hole Which way will it go go?
, back again Shady's back, tell a friend Now everyone report to the dance floor To the dance floor, to the dance floor Now everyone report to the dance
night is full of holes As bullets rip the sky Of ink with gold They twinkle as the Boys play rock and roll They know that they can't dance At least they
If I wanted to I could do anything right I could dance with the devil on a Saturday night If I wanted to I could turn matches to gold I could smoke drink
you need me baby? Don't you feel me baby? Don't you need me girl? No IA?m just a man with the hole in my life No stars are dancing in my sky tonight
about to fall You can hear the silence call, it's a certain sort of sound Like the rain fallin' down Hole's in what's left of my reason, hole's in the
my heathens Check it, got it locked at the top of the Four Seasons Penthouse, roof top, birds I feedin' No deceivin', nothin' up my sleeve 'n' no teasin' I need you to get up up on the dance
bite the bullet hard son' I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun And I crawled out the window with my shadow on a spoon Dancing on the roof, shooting holes
New York City, N.Y.C., pretty mean when it wants to be Black leather, knee-hole pants, can't play no high school dance Fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear 'em
we drunk, dance 'til we drop And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop Can I get a Soul Clap? Can I get a Soul Clap? We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance
that I blew it like Turquoise Just mad, hear it all in your word choice Know it hurts but I really don't care though Let me rub it in, get it all up in that hole
silly Get silly, get silly, get silly The dance floor silly The ladies gon? feel me The fellas in the back And they twistin? up a philly The dance floor