Here comes the newest apparition. To set fire to all the flowers. Now I should have known it was you who would call. When vainly I escaped into the ever-changing rapids.
No longer, no longer. What you ask. Strange steps. Heels turn black. . The cinders, the cinders. They light the paths. And these strange steps. Take us back, take us back.
Off with your head. Dance 'til you're dead. Heads will roll. Heads will roll. Heads will roll. On the floor. . Glitter on the west streets. Silver over everything.
Off with your head. Dance 'til you're dead. Heads will roll. Heads will roll. Heads will roll. On the floor. . Glitter on the west streets. Silver over everything.