Dancing Dead lyrics

Dead men, they celebrate

As the final chapter fades away

'Cause they can't hide

We can see, their flesh is rotten

The band plays a hopeful tune

The champagne is poured as they socialize

The look in their eye

Hide in the light

Everything is paid for tonight

While at the party of the

Dead dancing in their graves

The drinks here are free

So relax

Enjoy the sight of all the

Dead dancing in their graves

And while the world that they built

Told 'em to change

Told 'em to listen

They just kept it the same

And now that midnight has come

I'm in a room watching the

Dead dancing in their graves

Bones covered up by suits

As the visible scars, they multiply

Kiss it goodbye

Too stubborn and now you're destroyed

Tick-tock, the time bomb has been recognized

Been pressurized

Nowhere to hide

Swallowing light

Everything is paid for tonight

While at the party of the

Dead dancing in their graves

The drinks here are free

So relax

Enjoy the sight of all the

Dead dancing in their graves

And while the world that they built

Told 'em to change

Told 'em to listen

They just kept it the same

And now that midnight has come

I'm in a room watching the

Dead dancing in their graves

We feel a coming strain

And now it's too late

To change

What you want is law

You crowd me with all that you stole

Oh, how the mighty fall

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Everything is paid for tonight

While at the party of the

Dead dancing in their graves

The drinks here are free

So relax

Enjoy the sight of all the

Dead dancing in their graves

And while the world that they built

Told 'em to change

Told 'em to listen

They just kept it the same

And now that midnight has come

I'm in a room watching the

Dead dancing in their graves

We feel a coming strain

And now it's too late to change

We feel a coming strain

And now it's too late to change

We feel a coming strain

And now it's too late to change

We feel a coming strain

And now it's too late to change

• Artist:Avenged Sevenfold
• Album:Diamonds in the Rough