Текст песни Drop Dead (Fear Cult) с переводом

With midnight hair of the bluest black

Shimmering like a raven’s back

A quaint cliche with a pretty face

A 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!

All innocence is lost tonight

Beneath the heat and flashing lights

All 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…

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