Funky Squaredance

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Hopeful days and stormy nights I ain't got much to win, not much to lose Under the burden of my loneliness It feels so hard to win, so hard to lose I won't enjoy my collection of stamps When I'm six feet under the ground

Lonely streets and dusty roads Lord it's a long way to go back home Under the burden of your heart of stone You shrug your shoulders as I decompose Please keep a eye on those red haired boys Someday they'll play drum with my shinbones

Now your chewing-gum on my coffin Take me where I long to be

I can't believe that you want me to wear The evening tails that will fit my corpse I don't need a tuxedo There's no bouncer in the after world I only just left my dying bed and Your making curtains out of my shroud

Don't you dig my grave with some excavator Use a blood stained sword and a snow-white horse, please

A last ride in the city's hearse Few miles away from heaven above A few more minutes 'till they bury me A few more weeks 'till worms lick my bones I won't enjoy my collection of stamps Now I'm five feet under the ground

Stormy days and lonely nights Lord it's a long way to go back home

All the boys raise your hands up in the air (yeah) Now all the girls raise your hands up in the air (yeah) Everybody one more time (yeah) Let's all have a real good time together One, two, three, let's go

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Tonight's the night girls, yeah Come on, let's get all antsy

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You seem so glad my place is free Now you're dancing on my grave What a cruel way to treat a friend

Live my life in dignity Well I must confess Looking for a place

Everybody has to demonstrate And everybody has to see you wait Thinking of a real way to see

What matters is the love that you give Remember all the thing that you've seen Does another go and never seen

Nothing in my forgotten years Life got a little serious Give me real self-esteem

It's buried in my P-A-S-T Give a lot, a whole lot recieved Heaven-sent T.N.T.

Uh, can't go further, losing

I cant go losing my mind Remember all the game have I tried Buried in my P-A-S-T

We call love late at day Late at night I dropped in hate Dropping in a heaven fantasy

Heaven knows what I'm gonna do Living in a lonesome avenue Done in the P-A-S-T

Go without the love I receive K-A-R-I-E E-L-E-I-S-O-N Mmm, everybody, has god to demonstrate

Everybody has a T-I-U He has things you'd never do Thinking in a real avenue

What matters is the love that you give

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