Dancing When You're Dead

Do you know where we go when our hearts stop beating?

Bored of those once held close? Time on Earth is fleeting

In the sky, when we die, there’s a state of being

It’s like a club, but up above

You’ll be dancing when you’re decomposing, twinkle toes. Strike a pose, you demon

Moves unleashed, by those deceased, unknown to disco heathens

Dodgy raves, beyond the grave ‘till rigor mortis seeps in

Fred Astaire, but cadaver

You’ll be dancing when you

Hold my hand and leave this world

Now’s your time

Saw you in a mirror ball

In the next life

C’MON!

C’MON!

C’MON!

COME ON!

You’ll be dancing when you’re DEAD

You’ll be dancing when C’MON!

You’ll be dancing when you’re DEAD

You’ll be dancing when COME ON!