Dancing With The Dead - Smoke Blow

My girl is dancing with the dead

Skulls are turning to attack

On my back

She’s dancing with the dead

Bonebeats pounding in my head

She’s dancing with the dead

Dancing with the dead

Dancing with the dead

Dancing with the dead

And her face is turning white

Like she’s already dead

Trying to return from the grave

As I look into her eyes

Through the fog of the night

The fear of thy world

Screaming at me

Pressing a gun into my hand

To do the best that I can

Was it just a movie that I watched or a dram that I had

Not out of pain but in fear

Oh man I queer

The gun in my hand

When my girl is dancing with th dead

Skulls are turning to attack

On my back

She’s dancing with the dead

Bonebeats pounding in my head

She’s dancing with the dead

Dancing with the dead

Dancing with the dead

Dancing with the dead

She is a vampire

She is a vampire

She is a vampire

She is a vampire

She is a vampire

She is a vampire

Is she one of the dead and the master

Where’s my gun — my crucifix and the sun

A clove of garlic and the angels of god

Her evil eyes shine red-white through the fog

Pulling a towel from the rack and scooping up the gun

This bitchy violence is getting up into fun

Am I the wolf coming all the way up from the sun

When my girl is dancing with the dead

Skulls are turning to attack

On my back

She’s dancing with the dead

Bonebeats pounding in my head

She’s dancing with the dead