With midnight hair of the bluest black

Shimmering like the raven's back

A quaint cliché with a pretty face

An angel born to fall from grace



Drop dead on the dance floor

Drop dead

Drop dead on the dance floor

Drop dead



Now stumbling through the modern gloom

So alone in a crowded room

Found comfort in the chemicals

That reap the life and steal the souls



Drop dead on the dance floor

Drop dead

Drop dead on the dance floor

Drop dead {x2}



Drop dead



All innocence is lost tonight

Beneath the heat and flashing lights

Innocence is lost tonight

On crystal meth and china white



Drop dead on the dance floor

Drop dead

Drop dead on the dance floor

Drop dead {x2}



						     



						     Thanks to Miss Cryptina