(lyrics by Marianne Valvekens, music by Jo Casters)
We're on a diet of diamonds and pearls
We don't care if people get killed
We're gonna fuck you
Without ever coming
Just keep on pumping
Pump up the jam
We won't make it
No need to fake it
And what's the plan
We'll die dancing
The planet's round
So we can't jump off
Forget romancing
We'll die dancing
It's too little
And damn too late
The president states
We'll die dancing
We're so lost
And at every cost
Exterminate
We'll die dancing
We are doomed
But let's make the best of it
Like when someone's dying
and everyone makes up
We bid you welcome
Please join the table
Let's see what we can do about
Our crippling mines
Our burning bombs
Our waste and misery we lay upon you
While far away in the jungle
The tigers burn
Tigers won't make it
George W called
Hey the world's been sold
We'll die dancing
The planet's round
So we can't jump off
Forget romancing
We'll die dancing
It's too little
And damn too late
The president states
We'll die dancing
We're so lost
And at every cost
Exterminate
We'll die dancing
What's the plan
We'll die dancing
That's the spirit
by Patrik Kruse & David Hulet. |
14/10/2008 |