Funky Squaredance, Pt. 1, 2 & 3 (Medley)

Hopeful days and stormy nights

I ain't got much to win, not much to lose

Under the burden of my loneliness

It feels so hard to win, so hard to lose

I won't enjoy my collection of stamps

When I'm six feet under the ground

Lonely streets and dusty roads

Lord, it's a long way to go back home

Under the burden of your heart of stone

You shrug your shoulders as I decompose

Please keep an eye on these red-haired boys

Someday they'll play drum with my shinbones

Now your chewing gum on my coffin

Take me where I long to be

I can't believe that you want me to wear

The evening tails that will fit my corpse

I don't need a tuxedo

There's no bouncer in the after world

I only just left my dying bed

And you're making curtains out of my shroud

Don't cha dig my grave with some excavator

Use a blood-stained sword

And the snow white horse

Please

A last ride in the city's hearse

Few miles away from heaven above

A few more minutes till they bury me

A few more weeks till worms lick my bones

I won't enjoy my collection of stamps

Now I'm five feet under the ground

Stormy days and lonely nights

Lord, it's a long way to go back home

All the boys raise your hands up in the air

(Yeah)

Now all the girls raise your hands up in the air

(Yeah)

Everybody one more time

(Yeah)

Let's all have a real good time together

One, two, three, let's go

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Tonight's the night girls, yeah

Come on, let's get all antsy

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You seem so glad my place is free

You're dancing on my grave

What a cruel way to treat a friend

Live my life in dignity

Well I must confess

Looking for a place

Everybody has to demonstrate

And everybody has to see you wait

Thinking of a real way to see

Matters in love that you give

Remember all the thing that you've seen

Does is not go and never seen

Nothing in my forgotten years

Life got a little serious

Give me real self esteem

It's buried in my P A S T

Give a lot, a whole lot received

Heaven sent TNT

Can go further

Lost and I can't go losing my mind

Remembering how I tried

Buried in a P A S T

We call love late that day

Late at night I dropped in hate

Dropping in a heaven fantasy

Heaven knows what I'm gonna do

Livin' that lonesome avenue

Darling in the P A S T

Go without love I receive

K A R I A E E L E I S O N

Everybody has got to demonstrate

Everybody has a T I U

He has things you'd never do

Thinking in a real avenue

What matters is the love that you give

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