BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR feat. Haley Rose – Clubbed To Death

[x3]
Fame, fame, fame, fame.
Sex, sex, sex, sex.
Dance, dance, dance, dance.
Death, death, death death.

Fame, fame, fame, fame.
Sex, sex, sex, sex.
Dance, dance, dance, dance.
Clubbed to death.

F-U-C-K Y-O-U, to all you hatin’ bitches that don’t have a fucking clue.
L-O-V-E Y-O-U, to all my friends who had my back, my Slash Gash Terror Crew.
Beautiful, young, fucked up, and trashy.
Drinking fighting and keeping it classy.
Synthetic rock stars of the generation.
Surgeon General’s warning violation.
Dragged through the mud, kicked in the dirt.
Put my name in lights so bright that it hurts.
I am but a beast, dancing’s how I feed.
Beat that pussy to the ground, like a cleaver to the meat.

Bang that beat into my head.
Pound until I’m fucking dead.
Take away my last dying breath.
Music’s got me clubbed to death.

Stop you with a whomp whomp.
Eat you like a chain chomp.
Keep it blunt.
Stab a cunt.
You’re the prey, I am the hunt.
Rape your ears, fuck your brains.
Dick’s gonna make it rain.
Make a living, on making love.
And I don’t give a single FUCK!

Bang that beat into my head.
Pound it ’til I’m fucking dead.
The sound takes my last breath.
Music’s got me clubbed to death!

B-b-bang that b-beat, into my head.
M-m-music’s got me clubbed to death.
Music’s got me clubbed to death.

F-U-C-K Y-O-U, to all you hatin’ bitches that don’t have a fucking clue.
L-O-V-E Y-O-U, to all my friends who had my back, my Slash Gash Terror Crew.
Beautiful, young, fucked up, and trashy.
Drinking fighting and keeping it classy.
Synthetic rock stars of the generation.
Surgeon General’s warning violation.
Dragged through the mud, kicked in the dirt.
Put my name in lights so bright that it hurts.
I am but a beast, dancing’s how I feed.
Beat that pussy to the ground, like a cleaver to the meat.

Ha! Ha! Ha! I am a monster!
I’m gunna fry you like a lobster!
Shit your pants and die mother fucker!
It’s a joyride bitch, and I’m the trucker!

TAKE DOWN!
The posers and the wannabes,
Feel my boot grindin’ into your skull.
It’s nothing now but a freak show massacre.
Gather round kids, and enjoy the show.

Drinking, fame, and dirty dancing.
Fame and dance and death.
You’re giving up when getting down.
You just don’t give a shit.
NO!