The white - oak is waiting for the cut
Caked in flour, hair dyed blonde
All he ever wanted was to dance with the crowd around him
And now they're gonna watch him fall

Looking down into his darkened eyes
The great white prize was held aloft, yeah
And all he ever wanted was to dance with the crowd around him
But now they're gonna watch him fall

Take your turn, the floor is yours again
Flour and blood, mixed up, and your hair dyed blonde
Take your turn, the crowd is yours again
Covered in blood, messed up, ready to take them on
Ready to take them on

Take your turn, the floor is yours again
Flour and blood, mixed up, and your hair dyed blonde
Take your turn, the crowd is yours again
Covered in blood, messed up, ready to take them on
Ready to take them on