Dance Party Deathmix Remix
Late night we're feelin alright
A good time for ending a life
We cut through to the door 'cause we can
And as we leave it's their blood on our hands
Dance floors turned seas of red
A dance party now the dance of the dead
Writhe
In my eyes
Writhe
See you die
Blood spills, it's the way we get down
With blades out, painting red on this town
The D.J.'s playlist is the least of your strife
So make it count, it all ends tonight
Goodbye to lovers, family, and friends
Good times are over the party is dead
One intent with one thing on our minds
You will scream when the bodies pile high
Cut that shit off, nobody gets down tonight
Now sing along, it's killing time
Dance floors turned seas of red
A dance party now the dance of the dead
Blood spills, it's the way we get down
With blades out, painting red on this town
Attention all units in the Metropolitan area
There is a 217 in progress at the Black Flamingo
I repeat, a 217 in progress at the Black Flamingo
Please be advised that the suspects are armed
And stylish
There's screaming in the backroom
Bloodshed all around
When you see us in the club
All hell is going down
Rage in our eyes
A knife in your back
They run for the door
As we charge the attack
Dance floors turned seas of red
A dance party now the dance of the dead
Blood spills, it's the way we get down
With blades out, painting red on this town
A good time for ending a life
We cut through to the door 'cause we can
And as we leave it's their blood on our hands
Dance floors turned seas of red
A dance party now the dance of the dead
Writhe
In my eyes
Writhe
See you die
Blood spills, it's the way we get down
With blades out, painting red on this town
The D.J.'s playlist is the least of your strife
So make it count, it all ends tonight
Goodbye to lovers, family, and friends
Good times are over the party is dead
One intent with one thing on our minds
You will scream when the bodies pile high
Cut that shit off, nobody gets down tonight
Now sing along, it's killing time
Dance floors turned seas of red
A dance party now the dance of the dead
Blood spills, it's the way we get down
With blades out, painting red on this town
Attention all units in the Metropolitan area
There is a 217 in progress at the Black Flamingo
I repeat, a 217 in progress at the Black Flamingo
Please be advised that the suspects are armed
And stylish
There's screaming in the backroom
Bloodshed all around
When you see us in the club
All hell is going down
Rage in our eyes
A knife in your back
They run for the door
As we charge the attack
Dance floors turned seas of red
A dance party now the dance of the dead
Blood spills, it's the way we get down
With blades out, painting red on this town
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Leja
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