Drop Dead Songtext
von Fear Cult

On the dancefloor
On the dancefloor
On the dancefloor
On the dancefloor

With midnight hair of the bluest black
Shimmering like a raven′s back
A quaint cliche with a pretty face
An angel born to fall from grace

Drop dead
On the dancefloor
Drop dead
Drop dead
On the dancefloor
Drop dead

Now stumbling through the modern gloom
So alone in a crowded room
Found comfort in the chemicals
That reap the lives and steal the souls


Drop dead
On the dancefloor
Drop dead
Drop dead
On the dancefloor
Drop dead
Drop dead
On the dancefloor
Drop dead
Drop dead
On the dancefloor
Drop dead
Drop dead

All innocence is lost tonight
Beneath the heat and flashing lights
Innocence is lost tonight
On crystal meth and China White

Drop dead
On the dancefloor
Drop dead
Drop dead
On the dancefloor
Drop dead

Drop dead
On the dancefloor
Drop dead
Drop dead
On the dancefloor
Drop dead


On the dancefloor
On the dancefloor
On the dancefloor
On the dancefloor