the dance floor feel no pain-ia Love it do the Transylvania mania. Frankenstein: Just accept it don't refrain-ia. Inga: Don't resist it's all in vain
cause you know they will return All those creepy little monsters who are living in your dreams So you better change your life now, don't you be so vain
come again, lucky if you die No way to rescue destiny, scream and curse in vain You will never be remembered, no one knows your name When the music changes then all
an' we do it better than y'all (Mad Child) I'm a Neanderthal, you're bound to fall I'm born to ball, we warned you all, it's foreign to y'all It's wonderful
, I told y'all niggaz about god damn Takin' them hoez to the Cheesecake Factory Lettin' them hoez order strawberry lemonade and popcorn shrimps They ain't goin' do nothin' but try to take all
Muhafuckers wanna wet me still, I remain y'all More than one, like five divided by four Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by y'all Reciprocated
way!!! My Compass points north and comes from inside... Lethal ot not, I am Awake!!! All that I fell deep inside is in vain Unless all my actions according
She had a hit list Bad business lucky what if syphillis Or the monster What you got that all for a boo? [phesto dee] That's bad business Spendin' all
way the animation of my rigid corpse i shall abandon my coffin of premature fate all the words of the preacher all the tears of my family in vain i
chorus] Maybe because you amde me that way, turned me into a monster i would have never became. Creating thoughts of dying eventually severed my brain, irrated my vains
'fuckers wanna wet me still, I remain y'all more than one, like five divided by four Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by y'all Reciprocated
you afraid of what they think? Whoever 'they' happen to be Or are you hiding from the scars Of your own reality? So you sedate and drown in vain You
again, lucky if you die. No way to rescue destiny, scream and curse in vain, You will never be remembered, no one knows your name. When the music changes then all
desperate one-sided attempts Into the chill of all words. Let the sloth be told of horrid torment, To watch him plagued in thought for all of our years
in the parasite clowns on their horses Send in the idiots and let them advance Send in the monsters of your own creation Send them all in and give them
triple-rock on a tuesday Too many people pop out of they pimples and play And at night, we can watch these people in these bars They're all insane, they all
life never exciting the might which will Eventually kill all means of relative thinking of the light Stuck in the dark without no sight Night breeds evil though not all people are Monsters