Death Dance from Suitcasin' by Heevahava

Bounty hunter goes into a bar, tries to make an arrest
It’s the old west, bullet in the chest
Hard times killing floor makes another lurid mess
Lawman don't go down without tryin' to shoot the found clown
Fucks up his last chance, uh, shits his pants
He's on the floor doin' the death dance
Death dance

Now Smiler’s buying everyone a round so he can hear the drunken rants
Enhance his hallucinogenic trance
Sits back, watches all the people drink like the candy and the ants
Death dance
Drinkin' punks out the ass, this is the last blast, a revival
A meeting, a murder murder murder mass
Death dance

Rides into the modern day with his poetry and violent blaze
Feels the need for beer, says how do you get out of here
How the hell do you get out of here
Ain't no riding on
Ain't no riding on
Death dance

Hell hates, Satan baits
Spookity spook spit spill, lookin' for death
Hell hates, Satan baits
Spookity spook spit spill, lookin' for death
Hell hates, Satan baits
Spookity spook spit spill, lookin' for death
But all I can seem to find is soul kill

• Punk
• art rock
• post-hardcore
• post-punk
• punk rock
• Roanoke