LISTEN TO THE SOUND OF THE UNDERGROUND

YOUR EARS START TO DEAFEN YOUR HEAD BEGINS TO POUND

THE CROWD STARTS TO MOVE AS THE EARTH BEGINS TO QUAKE

YOUR SPINE STARTS TO GIVE AS YOUR BACK BEGINS TO BREAK

DEATH ON THE DANCE FLOOR - THEY DEADED FOR THE SIDE

THE DOORS IN THE PLACE - WOULDN'T OPEN WIDE

500 BLACK BOOTS STEPPIN' ON YOUR FACE

AND BLOOD EVERWHERE FROM THE PANIC IN THE PLACE


THERE WAS DEATH ON THE DANCE FLOOR

WHEN WE CAME TO TOWN

THERE WAS DEATH ON THE DANCE FLOOR

FROM THE HEAVY CONNECTION OF THE PRO-PAIN SOUND


A CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER WENT AND PULLED A KNIFE

YOU KNOW HE'S GONNA CUT YA TILL YOU'RE SCARRED FOR LIFE

BANGIN' AND SCREAMIN' YOU WERE KICKIN' THE DOOR

BUT NOBODY LISTENED TILL YOU SCREAMED FOR MORE

THROBBIN' LIKE A HEARTBEAT BEATS LIKE A DRUM

THE BAND KEPT PLAYIN' TILL THEIR LIMBS WENT NUMB

THE FISTS IN THE AIR - THEY WERE THRASHIN' ABOUT

TILL SOMEONE PULLED THE PLUG AND THE LIGHTS WENT OUT