Purgatory Dance Party

The strobe lights your eyes

As the DJ is hung up and crucified

And there you are in all your innocence

With your back against the wall

Breaking hearts like commandments



I don't mind waiting for you

There's blood on the dancefloor

Oh, now what are you gonna do?

I don't mind lying for you

About the bodies in the backyard



Four-three-two-one



Satan, go put on your blue dress, honey, 

And lets do the tango! 

Jesus, go put on some Elvis, baby, 

And lets do the cha-cha! 

Satan, let's toast to the Armageddon

You know that is all you! 

Gandhi, go pour us a couple of whiskeys

You know you, my nigga! 



I think I've seen you on TV

Where you're selling the end of the world?

You seem harmless enough to me

As my eyes glaze over into medicated sleep



I don't mind waiting for you

There's blood on the dancefloor

Oh, now what are you gonna do?

I don't mind lying for you

About the bodies in the backyard



Four-three-two-one



Satan, go put on your blue dress, honey, 

And lets do the tango

Jesus, go put on some Elvis, baby, 

And lets do the cha-cha

Satan, let's toast to the Armageddon

You know that is all you

Gandhi, go pour us a couple of whiskeys

You know you, my nigga! 



Thank you doctor for these wonderful pills

I'm feeling so much different now

All suicidal thoughts are gone

And my new middle name is now 'Optimistic'



Just as the night fades into day

Mourning becomes you

As your worst nightmares come true

What will you do now that no one wants you

And your wildest dreams are all dying on your birthday?

I want a front row seat to your Technicolor funeral, 

I can not stop smiling

As they're lowering

Your body into the ground



I don't mind waiting for you

There's blood on the dancefloor

Oh, now what are you gonna do?

I don't mind lying for you

About the bodies in the backyard

Oh, now what are you gonna do?



Thank you doctor for these wonderful pills

I'm feeling so much different now

All suicidal thoughts are gone

And my new middle name is now 'Optimistic'



Satan, go put on your blue dress, honey, 

And lets do the tango! 

Jesus, go put on some Elvis, baby, 

And lets do the cha-cha! 

Satan, let's toast to the Armageddon

You know that is all you! 

Gandhi, go pour us a couple of whiskeys

You know you, my nigga!