You bunch of demons

Men & women

Dancing in the ballroom of the living dead

Dancing like animals

To the rhythms of sin

Captivated by the spell of devil swing

Hell is your home

Behind the day of your death

Cause destiny is on the move

Your black souls are gonna rot & burn

Down in the selfa and flames



Touching, Rubbing, Dropping, Bopping, Swapping

Cracking , Killing to Rhythms of Sin



You filthy pimps 

And youre glamourous chicks

Down the 62nd street

You know you´re tall, tan, terrific

But bitten by the dogs of doom

Cause here´s a spell of talk and laughter

Greasepaint, powder, perfume and sweat

The booze, the suits, pinstripe suit

Violins crying in the brew



Touching, Rubbing, Dropping, Bopping, Swapping

Cracking Killing Rhythms of Sin





						     



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