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smaller and I am six feet beneath the earth. 
And I will be, oh I will be, lost. [Repeat x 2]

Your heart. [Repeat x 4]

Oh it's better to just... Rush
turn up the music and there in the room

And she yells

"Dance me! Dance me around till my feet don't ever touch down
There's nothin' better than
They saw her dance last in Woolworth street 
She loved to take her clothes off 
She got the nick name porta bubble Joan 
They found her dead
new shoes

Oh problems seem much smaller
When you're four inches taller
You can rise about them low-down blues
The higher the heel, the better I feel
why'say t'yourself, why'better off dead
Hard row to hoe all by yourself
Walk out on me, walk out on him
You need no man to do you in
But if the night
the bounding main tonight.

And by now, you must've found better than me
I'm sure Jupiter and Orpheus
Have charmed you off your feet.
By now, I'm sure you've
songs survive
On records
95 beats per second
Get it mike on the guitar c'mon wreck it

You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul
20 times better
an accident 
pick up the thirty-three per-cent 
and retire somewhere out of the snow. 
They'd figured that the bigger the policy 
the better so sent
the road ahead
There's a lot of people sayin' we'd be better off dead
Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them
So I try to forgive 'em, any way I can,
each day

It's a mine field - better watch where you tread
Step off the path and you could end up dead
It's a mine field - better stay on His heels
They runnin' through my veins like a, IVY!
Feedin' off the blood and flesh to take control
Of a lifeless corpse, dead man without a soul
denominator, I swing the mic saber like Vader
He was fooled by the inter-pre-atation made from a traitor
MC's get their wigs blown, trounced off my fistbone
make me
I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes
My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through
But that's a dream, though it seems
it's house by the building
Where Malcolm X was slain
I spring train in the winter
Round early December
Run suicide drills over and over
Dead on arrival
Swear to God I'mma kill him as if I done put my hands on the Bible
Get him cause I'm liable
to rock a motherfucker off especially
of defeat
Even if you got heat
Never take your mad off to defeat, so


[Chorus: x3]

Do your thing, do your thing, baby
Do your thing,
it's one of seven
What a night for the dancing dead
What a night to be called to heaven
What a picture to fill your head
By the wall in silhouette
flawed if you weren't free

Let's not forget ourselves good friend
You and I were almost dead
And you're better off for leaving
Yeah you're better off
up the ace ... I had won her 
My heart it was down at my feet 
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry 
Like a young summer's day she was sweet. 

let 'em run
Hurry up and catch 'em
You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em
Play pussy, get fucked
Means you're better off dead
Words by Bob Hartman
Based on 2 Thessalonians 2:15, 2 Timothy 3:14, Philippians 1:6

I've been to the party and I left alone
And I've danced with
me somethin' to eat before I'm gone
I got the servant and the china, deuce-five and the 9
Rolex off the desk so I can tell the time
No one knows
2, 3, 4...

The Shankill Butchers ride tonight
You better shut your windows tight
They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives
And taking
of mugshots 
The cops knew he fell victim to laws on the street 
So they just, pull out the white sheets, to cover up the dead meat 

Seal off the area with
Some people are sayin', "We'd better off dead"
I Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them
So I try to forget it, any way I can

So keep on rockin' in