The Dance

I invented dance in 2006
Stomping out roaches on my bedroom floor
It felt something like a magic trick
That I never ever seen before
April 11th, I’m so dumb
It’s my daddy’s birthday
I’m his favorite son
So before I hit the door
I gave him call, he was glad I rung
And I said, «Dad!»
Look what I’ve done
I’m moving to the drum
Did you ever thought you’d see
In your wildest dreams, the dance
The dance
The dance
The dance
Move!
Oi
I, myself at the Chicken Hut
Crushing and snorting a philosopher’s stone
Sucking and drinking on dragon’s blood
Looking for someone to pluck and bone
I ain’t shit, dick shit that no one knows
I ain’t mad, that’s how it goes
I wore all couture
Bent my knees in the middle of the floor
And they said, «Hey!»
Look what he’s done
He’s moving to the drum
Did you ever thought you’d see
In your wildest dreams, the dance
The dance
The dance
The dance
Move!
Oi, yeah
Ooh
Oi
Move!
Oi, yeah
Ooh
Stop!
Oi
Stop ooh!