Armageddon Dance - Nash

Big bang theories in the danger zone

At the Armageddon dance

Nobody gets out nobody goes on

And you’re the last man singing on the microphone

If this is the end then let’s not pretend I’m tired of playing around

Dance with me ‘til the sunshine blurs the ground

You got a little out of control

You dig a little deeper the hole

You got a little out of control

You dig a little deeper the hole

Yeah yeah yeah

(?) a series of fire cry out (?)

The people shout out there’s no room for pity

And the rich die young from looking so greedy

Come with me and leave for this place

They’re never turning around

Let’s get lost in the beats on the underground

You got a little out of control

You dig a little deeper the hole

You got a little out of control

You dig a little deeper the hole

Yeah yeah yeah

You got a little out of control

You dig a little deeper the hole

You got a little out of control

You dig a little deeper the hole

Yeah yeah yeah

You got a little out of control

You dig a little deeper the hole

You got a little out of control

You dig a little deeper the hole

Yeah yeah yeah