Dancing When You're Dead

Do you know where we go when our hearts stop beating?

Bored of those once held close? Time on Earth is fleeting

In the sky, when we die, thereʼs a state of being

Itʼs like a club, but up above

Youʼll be dancing when youʼre decomposing twinkle toes. Strike a pose, you

Demon

Moves unleashed by those deceased, unknown to disco heathens

Dodgy raves beyond the grave, ‘till rigor mortis seeps in

Fred Astaire, but cadaver

Youʼll be dancing when you hold my hand and leave this world

Nowʼs your time

Saw you in a mirror ball… in the next life

CʼMON!

CʼMON!

CʼMON!

COME ON!

Youʼll be dancing when youʼre DEAD

Youʼll be dancing when CʼMON!

Youʼll be dancing when youʼre DEAD

Youʼll be dancing when COME ON!