Death On The Dance Floor Lyrics - Foul Taste Of Freedom - Pro-pain

listen to the sound of the underground 

your ears start to deafen your head begins to pound 

the crowd starts to move as the earth begins to quake 

your spine starts to give as your back begins to break 

death on the dance floor - they deaded for the side 

the doors in the place - wouldn't open wide 

500 black boots steppin' on your face 

and blood everwhere from the panic in the place 

there was death on the dance floor 

when we came to town 

there was death on the dance floor 

from the heavy connection of the pro-pain sound 

a crazy motherfucker went and pulled a knife 

you know he's gonna cut ya till you're scarred for life 

bangin' and screamin' you were kickin' the door 

but nobody listened till you screamed for more 

throbbin' like a heartbeat beats like a drum 

the fists in the air - they were thrashin' about 

the band kept playin' till their limbs went numb 

till someone pulled the plug and the lights went out