I want to dance, I want to sing
I want to bust up everything
To make some love
I want to dance, I want to sing
I want to bust up everything
And make some love
I can feel it in the air
Feel it up above
Feel the tension everywhere
There is too much blood
Too much blood, well alright
Everything you see
On the movie screen is tame
Everything's gonna be arranged
A friend of mine was this Japanese He had a girlfriend in
Paris He tried to date her in six months and eventually she
Said yes You know he took her to his apartment, cut off her
Head Put the rest of her body in the refrigerator, ate her
Piece by piece Put her in the refrigerator, put her in the freezer
And when he ate her and took her bones to the Bois de
Boulogne, by chance a taxi driver noticed him burying the
Bones You don't believe me? Truth is stranger than fiction
We drive through there every day
I want to dance, I want to sing
I want to bust up everything
Be number one, yeah
I want to dance, I want to sing
I want to bust up everything
And have some fun
I can feel it everywhere
Feel it up above
Feel the tension in the air
There is too much blood, too much blood
Too much, yeah too much blood, alright
Did you ever see 'Texas Chain Saw Massacre'?
Horrible, wasn't it?
You know people ask me "it is really true where you live in Texas?
It is really true what they do around there, people?
I say, yeah every time I drive through the crossroads I get
Scared there's a bloke running around with a fucking chain
Saw oh oh no, gonna, oh no
Don't saw off me leg, don't saw
Off me arm" When I get to the movies, you know I'd like to
See something more romantic, you know
Like 'An Officer and a gentleman' or something
Something you can take the wife to
You know what I mean?
Yeah!
I want to dance, I want to sing
I want to bust up everything
And have some fun
I want to dance, I want to sing
I want to bust up everything
And make some love
I can feel it everywhere
Feel it up above
Feel the tension in the air
There is too much blood, too much blood
Oh yeah
Pretty ladies, don't be scared
Pretty ladies, don't be scared
Pretty ladies, don't be scared
Pretty ladies, don't be scared
Pretty ladies, don't despair
There's still so much love
Pretty ladies, don't despair
Too much, too much, yeah
Too much blood, too much blood
Too much too much blood, too much blood
Too much blood, too much blood Writer/s: Jordan Jeffrey Gatesmith
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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