You can dance
You’ve arrived
Everyone in here has died
See that girl
It’s obscene
We live in Halloween
Friday night and they damned my soul
All the floors here are burning coal
Witches play the rock music
Jamming to the band
Playing the souls of the damnedEverybody here is a ghost
Satan comes and we’re all toast
Witches play the rock music
Everything is pain
You’re in the mood for a dance
In your tight leather pants
You gotta dance Oili!
Move so sweet
As you smile coyly
Dance Oili!
You are a deadbeat employee!
You can dance!
You’ve skipped work!
Faustine thinks you are a jerk!